SUN&KNIGHT_81

I am a person, a true person. Life, always very wonderful! I have a passion for my life. I love people who appear in the life at me! I hope that the all people happiness is in the world! People must choose their way of life, and have the courage to uphold it! Let those who grow moldy with merriment die off quickly. And let the children grow up as they should. The day will come. And they will name children after my poetry! The train starts , taking away faces and newspapers . Taking hands and coats and souls. The must child searches for his lost voice in the dew . Just like me looking for Traces of you in a crowd. I look at the blue sky getting lost in the fog with clouds forming. Like the torn clothing of an escaping prisoner. I see my last chance at love. being covered over. This love was as vibrant as. The red cheeks of a sickly patient. Why do you call me a peot ? I am not a poet. I’m a sweeping chilled See , I’m just spilling tears. Why do you call me a poet ? My sadness of everyone' I’ve had minor joys. But I’d be ashamed to tell you, how little they are! Today I wanted to die! I wanted to die! Only because I’m exhausted. Only because seeing the angels on church windows. Made me ambivalent about love and sadness. Now I’m as peaceful as a mirror. A sad mirror, See , I’m not a poet, I am just a sad child looking for death, Don’t be surprised by my sadness, And don’t ask me about it, I’ll only be able to say something pointless. My tears before death are like rosary beads. I’m not a poet. I am just a quite child, I love the life of every common thing. I see emotion fading for those unattainable things. But you laughed at me, You don’t understand me. I think I am troubled. I die a little every day. Just kike those unattainable things. I’m not a poet! I know if I want to be a called a poet. I should live a completely different life.