office poetry no.ii

im melting under this acid lights again.
with the soul
drowning in some telecommunications chains.
and the pain is gone,
its been so long since it left my behind.
and i miss him, sometimes i need him
to kiss me quite intense.
but the water is going dry,
and nobody is going to water this flowers.
and thats ok.
i have this acid lights above me.
and thats ok.

 

Water and sping sometimes melt in a frozen leave of autumn, and then sometimes, they give you shadows with no names, so you can watch them run in circles, drawning memories, above your head...

needless to say I loved your poem, pure images, pure sadness, pure poetry.
It was my pleasure to stop by into your lines.
:::hug:::