A Waltz For Zizi
A Waltz For Zizi Poems
|361.||The Silent Boy, From The Corner Of Your Heart||2/20/2013|
|363.||Pentru Nimeni (Nu Citi)||11/13/2012|
|364.||A Message To My Juliet||9/19/2012|
|369.||A Headache That Comes With Love #2||5/13/2014|
|370.||*do You Want To Break Up? (2.01)||5/13/2014|
|371.||He Arrived Among The Hills||7/4/2016|
|374.||Only Of Her #5||7/22/2016|
|375.||Reacting To Helen||7/10/2016|
|376.||A Response To Your Letters||12/14/2014|
|378.||*another Way To Make Love||1/27/2014|
|379.||A Poem With Love||5/5/2014|
|382.||Don'T Bury Me, Let Me Fly||11/23/2013|
|383.||*the Best Way To Make Love (1.01)||8/18/2014|
|384.||I Have So Many Stories To Tell You||6/1/2014|
I Have So Many Stories To Tell You
Always looking back at you
from the other side of the street,
I never really forgot
how to love you.
Running after the same things,
I write to you on the bark of the trees
that bloom in the spring
in front of your house.
In the park, after you leave,
I sit alone on the bench you have rested
and mark the spot
with an X.
I take pictures of your footprints
and put them in frames on the walls of my room.
I walk behind you and inhale
the air that touches your lips.
I carry sandwiches with me, that I eat
at the same time with you,...
The lions are tired.
Tired of runing,
tired of screaming and fighting,
tired of living,
and everybody else's.
The lions are bloody
The lions wish,
they wish to kill,
they wish to eat,
they wish to sleep,
these lions are tired,