The unspoken

Many unspoken words dreaming under eyes,
Wait for the dusk of weakness,
Selling stardust, dreams and infinity on lower price,
 Until the universe will undress.

Such a fragile innocence beneath spheres of crownless embraces,
Roaming in the dark between the stars,
When we all forget thoose friends, poems, loves and faces,
We become dying smoke in nameless bars.


Unlock the cellardoor,
Invite your monster to a coffee,
Ask her why she's mad for,
Ask her and let her free.
She was just a butterfly
Promisses made her predator,
So, please, when you arrive,
Make her the bed, she will be tired.


You've got to bury your diaries in the moorland of your backyard,
And remember the tales your mother told,
Let all your emotions to reborn and then tear you apart,
A galaxy of small joys is about to unfold.

When we all forget thoose friends, poems, loves and faces,
We become dying smoke in nameless bars.

She will be tired...