October 6, 2010

To the one whose name I forget.


When you speak about love
A sky of fire opens up
And shoots great lightning,
but the icy surface you live on freezes it.
The love that you speak of
Is like a dusty wind that goes nowhere
And means nothing.
It’s just an uncomfortable drift.
The love you feel is an illusion
Like your image reflected onto broken mirror pieces.
You just can’t find the clear one.
I don’t love you,
I don’t hate you.
I am not angry anymore,
I am just sad.
I just let you go..

2 comments:

Andreea said...

just lovely lovely words.ce mai faci, long time no see, no talking :))) hope u're ok. kisses

Cristina Papacu said...

Heei ce surpriza placuta! Sunt Ok, sar peste gropi din hop in hop :-D
Tu ce faci?