Something Good, Not Blue.

we are bleeding winter hours
seems eternal
but it is just internal
like years in Neptune
because forever does not exist and it all has an end
we just does not know when

and it tortures,
makes us try to end for ourselves.
and today we are seeking,
tomorrow we are sick, and lost.

many child stories are lies
because, too, there is no fairy tale
we all have to fight over our fails
there is always a goodbye

never good that way
it feels like forever somedays
and I only wish it was a comforting embrace
or a sunset
with you.

something good, not blue
that lasts warm and blooming
please, goddess
this life is wrecked
we are universes always chaotic
the only fun are the nebulas spectacle
not expected
my perfect mind travel in form of spectrums.

revert my curse, touch me
with your lips,
with your wolf voice,
with your profound eyes
so lonely
so, we are two.

never being one
because we are too unique to become only a.
we are so much more.
you are something to me I can not explain
and I do not know if I wish I could
I guess it would not have the sweetness as it sounds
like a child trying to explain the exciteness over the new frolic.

you are blues
I am folk
gather these to a brand new night humming
while smiling thinking that a new life has begun.

entertain, intertwine
have with me a glass of wine
and let me tell you that I do not want you to be mine
I just want to let it all flow, like there is no... time.