Saturday, July 21, 2012


Those days are like an empty show
where I entertain my shadows
When do I know when is right
to let you go or,
where I belong.

Shadows I entertain my shadows
playing chess with my ghost
a game thas is already lost.
Shadows, I entertain my shadows
and into the shadows I go.

I don't hear you anymore
my pain
is always an opened door
there's no reason to feel sorry for
just hold still for.

© Diana Mistera 21.7.2012

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