BROKEN BIRD

I WAS BROKEN WITH YOU.
I WAS LIKE A BROKEN BIRD.
A BROKEN BIRD, THAT NOT ABLE TO FLY,
BUT FALLING DOWN, HOPING TO TAKE OFF.
 
A BIRD, THAT CAN NOT TO SPEAK,
BUT WHO IS ABLE TO FEEL.
HER FLIGHT, SO DISTANT AND SERENE,
HER FLIGHT, SO INTERMINABLE.
 
I KEEP TELLING AT NIGHT: «MY DARLING, PLEASE COME BACK».
I CAN NOT WITHOUT YOU, YOU ARE MY LAST HOPE.
AND MAYBE I AM NOT THE ONE THAT YOU WERE WAITING FOR?
OR I AM NOT THE ONE, WHO CAN LOVE …
 
01.12.14.                                                               by ALEROISKI