mardi 23 mars 2010

roses whithout thorns


It was a very long silence,
I almost new where I was going,
now I know less,
I can see the spring at my door
and need more space for the fragrance,
I am in the way and still,
words don't come easy,
I think people speak too much
and say nothing,
nothing important to me,
perhaps I read too much and
expect too much from words,
from my words ,
they never come when expected
and never have the expected effects,
but if they moves you,
take care boy and remember.