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		Sometimes your  
hands 
Are all I ever wanted 
To write down 
A word with love 
 
And often your 
eyes 
wander off 
To a place I'd rather not want them 
Or were you just considering 
where to move your hands 
when there's only me and you? 
 
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I work 
I sleep 
I eat 
Too much 
 
Where's the profound thought about that? 
 
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I've thought about this moment all night 
Wandering what to say 
To convince you. 
But now I'm standing here 
I'm not sure what to do 
I look at the distance between us 
like it are miles 
I start running 
And feel eyes burning on my pale skin. 
They are watching. 
 
Three steps, you told me. 
I cannot close my eyes 
But I'm afraid of looking into this sad world 
 
I jump 
Hands up 
And make my roll over 
And fall down to a hard floor. 
And stand up 
And fill my lungs 
And release this smokers' cough. 
 
And then you say that it's getting better. 
 
"Fool" 
I smile 
While turning away from this fearful man. 
 
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Love
	 
	
	
	
	
	
	
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