What I Want...
Why is it that I want someone
I don't own?
Is it because I'm in love
with their soul and not with
Their facade?
Why is it that I want something
Real, yet everything I've owned
Are dreams and love songs?
Is it because I'm in love with
Their eyes and smiles?
Why is it that everything
I love falls in other hands
And I'm left empty handed
While others grow happy
With someone I used to
Take care of?
Why is it that I'm yearning
A love that never comes
Staining my poetry
With bitterness and saltiness?
What I want... I'd like to say is you
Yet you had been taken away
From my embrace
Where I use to hold you
Hanging like a vivid emerald
On my chest
A flame burning on my coal
A golden home in the middle
Of the cold whiteness
A poem lit by the early sunrays
Waking up the birds
What I want... I'd say is you
Yet nobody has ever wanted me
For I'm only looking
Through your window
Smiling next to another candle...
the wind blows... I quench... everything is shadow...
DA 2018