Lonely

Lonely like a loonie in a homeless pocket,
Lonely like the lost tears on that laughter face.

I went on the train so I visited the old stations,
Where I can breath of happiness of our memories

I still do remember the days when we ate dried
Bread with your roses, so we survive more.

You had the joy map, I needed to go to yours
Soul, and hear my heart doesn't beat, butt neighing all day.

Regrets weren't listened to death, wondering
If a bullet or a knife will force my soul to follow your steps.

Without your eyes, my pure skin was touched
By strangers, even my tears are priceless to their attention.

Easter bunnies put different eggs within magics,
Saint Patrick took my alcohol away, so I opened my eyes widely.

To watch you dancing with my shadow, who I have
Lost it in my last visited to your grave, we cried together once again.

I love you,
I hate my life,
I loved my life with you...

10/03/2015