Tuesday, 16 March 2010

poem

please believe me,
the little scream told me,
it wanted to hold me, hold me so tenderly,
floating free,
falling free,
and the stream rushes on, never stopping,
underwater, i'll breathe in that stream, until the end of life.
only the stream, knows how it will happen.
please believe me,
if you dont need me anymore,
i'll be gone soon,
i promise you, promise
i'll drown my body in wine.