The Distant Sound Before A Tug Of War Poem by Roxy Kovács

It's a cold night in the late 80's,
And we can't realize how great is,
To have somebody who understands,
All the oceans and lands,
And all the golds and reds.
Where is art, there is a heart,
So, don't tear me apart,
It's impossible for you, to see what I want.
If I would die for it, would you see?
How I'm waiting to be free.
Theories and explanations,
Just to live up for your expectations.
One day, when you'll stand over my grave,
And you don't know where to put your pain,
Take a pen in your hand,
And just watch how many broken hearts you can mend.
Carpe diem,
It's self-explanatory,
It still has its old glory.