Running beside the cold river

Quite easy to stand by a flying angel,
did you ever seen him crying
did you ever heard him screaming?

Rivers flow tonight, as always
we need ours angels beside us
how could we live in this cold land?

So many plastic people, so many fears
sometimes seems we live for tears,
scared from feelings we run.

We run beside our river
facing the cold breeze of life,
all just to meet our sun.

Quite easy to stand by a flying angel,
did you ever seen him crying
did you ever heard him screaming?

Harder to take his broken wings
and his body, carefully and lovely
to a new house, to care of him.

A wounded angel is a child,
full of fears with easy tears
don’t force his love.

Like a dove he will give you force
to be proud again, to forget the pain
so his eyes will be yours today.

You lost so many times your road
you tasted so many times your blood,
but that isn’t enough, you will rise again.

Quite easy to stand by a flying angel,
did you ever seen him crying
did you ever heard him screaming?

You saw an angel crying for love
you didn’t fear his tears, you dried them
and his heart opens to you, stronger tonight.

Give me a pen

My fault is to be
just like I’m,
I can’t act
I just feel.

I fail that’s my fault,
a lot of mistakes
you can judge me,
I don’t mind.

Sick and tired
but still on scene,
you don’t scare me
this time anymore.

Give me more
your voices are loud,
I still can see a cloud
you are lost a bit more.

I fail that’s my fault,
a lot of mistakes
you can judge me,
I don’t mind.

I’ve lost all
and built it back,
gave all
and taken it back again.

I’ve tried my best
fail is a price,
nothing to hide
just need a rest.

Lonely that I could cry
but nevermind,
I can still fly
don’t need to apologize.

I  fail that’s my fault,
a lot of mistakes
you can judge me,
I don’t mind.

Give me a pen
send me a letter,
I will wrote you back
maybe in September.

I’ll write down a poetry
without being serious,
Odd is my bread
Space oddity my home.

Hanging

You did your worst again,
just felt down from stairs
and a broken leg,
can’t feel the pain.

I’m broken chain
just hanging in a chair,
your shirt
on my skirt.

I’m just water in the summer
I’ve tried to be safe,
I lost. Again I can’t rest
I’ve tried my best
fighting my head.

I guess the answer
is not love, I swear
it and I’m sure.
Searching myself,
alone.

Maybe he was right
to tell I’m a psyco,
I swear you I’m not
I know when to stop.

Mirror to myself

You forgot your smell
from my knee to my heart,
valley of sorrow
and lakes of pain.

We were screaming
a River too, as pixies
in some of ours trees
we will not die today.

Looking me
and the mirror,
mind full of sickness
but beauty of heart.

I got lost in a black ring
I’m lost nowaday,
noway to escape
to find my own way.