If only for a few weeks
I will be your toy
For whatever means
I will give you joy
Fickle thoughts pop up
A neon sign says beware
But being caught up in a dream
Whatever happens I really don’t care
I lifted my chin towards the sun
Softly as a whisper it came to me
Nothing sweeter as the spring cool breeze
Touching my face with your warm caresses
And after the nights and days all ended
I just have to put myself back together
Pick up the pieces and the toy is saved
Not even a scar in my heart from the break
Sat, March 31,2007 | http: //home.earthlink.net/~solitudes/
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem