About leaving (a song)
You were
sitting on a chair
in a silent
room,
I was lying
on a bed
just beside
you.
You were
not leaving
as there
was no one left to follow.
We talked
about following,
and I lost my
opinion,
Because
it’s like borrowing
someone
else’s dream to leave.
Sometimes
I’m stuck in your orbit
and I can’t take my own course
and I don’t understand all.
Maybe there’s nothing to know of
just sometimes to make sure
I’m dreaming my own dreams through (doing my
own things too.)
I was crying
on my bed
my head was
full
of images
of you
and of her who
loves you too.
And my
tears
are for the
fear
of loosing.
And we
talked about love and loving,
I lost my
opinion
because
it’s like the river and the stream
of lightness
and kindness and giving.
I won’t ever
loose you
you are my
friend
as the
situations change
we are soft
like the summer air.
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