I closed this door
so many years ago
I'll not open it again
no, I don't want to know
...
Breathing your breath,
dreaming your dream,
skin on skin, warm and
so sparkling with hope.
...
Dissolved into water
breathed through air,
bitter medicine
of every day.
...
I left my heart in Gothenburg,
golden rich leaves and crystal breath.
I walked beside you,
hurrying to keep up,
...
Be safe my heart
cause through you I feel
Be happy my heart
cause through you I know joy
...
Little grey Monday
of your many shades.
Wrapped in whispers,
brushed on my face.
...
Bitter lemon inside.
Slow beats of my heart,
wishing a quick death
to take away this day.
...
Aching for love,
deeply marked upon my life.
Feverish dream of
soft lips and strong arms.
...
Poems are pure, distilled feelings. I'm not a poet, I just feel.)
Closed Door
I closed this door
so many years ago
I'll not open it again
no, I don't want to know
what is left behind it,
after all this time.
I don't care about ashes.
But if it is so...
what am I doing here,
with my hand on the door?