It was a really long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dreams:
is to be happy with our kid and you
But it was still there after all and then
In front of my memory:
Black as a damned rainy Friday
All my broken piece of dreams
Soberly called your name
Beyond the damaged wall
Falling slowly,
Between you and your lover
until it turned to blue,
That damaged wall
I watched you and your new all of you
Surfing as cross that damaged wall
Creating a poem about dreams of lover
By the shadow of my broken tears
I'm black.
And You are blue
I layed in front of you
Touched the truth,
No longer that spot light
No longer falling...
No longer You
Only the thick damaged wall.
Only the shadow of her
Only the blues
...
My damned Friday
My black miss you
Soaking into the poem,
Looking for that blue
Looking for...You
Breaking through the damaged wall!
No longer dreams
No longer you...in that blue
I showed one stranger in same that blue
Under your shadow, I called him is You
I tried to find back my dreams!
I tried to find back you
In...him
To smash that damned Fri,
To break all broken nights
Into a thousand spot lights,
Into a thousand blues
Into a thousand of memories about you!
I become blue
And you...are in black of that damage wall
Soaks into the shadow
Of thousand broken pieces...damaged me.
You layed in front of me
Touched the shadow
And saw another damned Friday day
I and my another fake poetry
Turned into thousand pieces of damaged you
And dreams, and he became my blue
I lied to myself: I could broken you
I stopped to love you and she left you
Finally, you are with black
I turn to blue!
But it's a damned blue
That fake blue is not you
I hate to love someone to reminding you
I hate myself when I had to hate you
I hate to lie to myself that I stop to love you
Please, come back and be my blue!
My black is missing your blue!
