Mr. Collector

I've lost many things,
a smile, faith and a heart.
They were all mine.
They slipped, it was quick.
Didn't have all the streght.
They went away.

A clear shadow appear, you've found them
You gave them back to me.
I believe now in everything, I believe in chance.
I know that my heart can beat very fast.
And also that I can laugh to death.

I've lost many things,
A decision, a brain and a heart's keys.
They were all mine
I'm clumsy, I let them slipped from me.

I want you know, dearest collector, I want you now.
Why aren't you here? are you collecting other's things?
I can't have you back. I ruined everything. I waste my chance.

I have a smile, I have faith and I have a locked heart.
They are all mine, still, useless they are.
I don't have faith at all, My heart will remain locked,
I can not smile, death will come.

It's incredible the art of losing something.
I don't have any collector. I didn't respect you.
I don't have any more help.

They were all mine, my things, I want them back.
I'm sorry, what I've done?
Please collector, bring me my life back.​

 

Collector... for the title I toiught of it as something bitter, but... as i can see, it is melancholic and kinda painful... and yes, the art of loosing something is very incredible, but you must never forget that there ar always more people, we only have to be more amm... disciplined? eager to find? capable of conserving? i don't know, i truly can't say anything about feelings since i barely understand mines XD.

Pemby, it's good to see you.

Kisses.

 

Heyy little one! it's been a while!. Thank you for being here as always. And yes...quite incredible it is...so I wish I never lose you!
HUgs, pemb