Monday, November 18, 2013

THERE ARE MANY WAYS TO DIE

Once one told me

there are many ways to die

you should have warned me

when I saw you the first time.

Memories floated

long way behind

I have crossed centuries

I had pass the line.

A strange confusion

faked those illusions

make me forget all the disillusions.

There are many ways to die

love, was mine.

Nights without lights

lights with no soul

a heart made of stone

went lost on the road

costantly filling it

with too many gravestones.
 

© Diana Mistera 18.11.2013
 
 










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