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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