You are gone
In your note, in one shot.
(You don’t know)
Paralysed lies the man,
blood easily flow through my pain.
Paralysed staring in your eyes
my flat seems moving
and I need to confess my mess.
Paralysed, my fear to talk to you
Probably you won’t understand the mess
I was passing through.
You reject the negative, except the rose
You’ll stay if I give you smiles
and golds.
di Y.01
