quinta-feira, 30 de julho de 2015

Why.

Why
I ask,
why.
Why so many walls
so many doors
trapdoors,
pitfalls,
why.

Why can't you
bear to listen
to simple words,

The simplest,
the truest of
words,

put together in
a
particular
sentence,


I love you.


Why, you keep clinging
to your closed doors,
to your misteries - even if
ther isn't a single one.

Why
you don't
trust me,

the one who feels,
the one who allows
himself to float a bit,
yet you yank my chain
and bring me back to the ground?


Is it fear? Of me?
You'd squash me like a bug,
you'd makemasnhed potatoed out of me,

No, it ain't fear.
at least not that one.
Do you fear to open the closed doors?
Face your past?

Please tell me it isn't why,
this isn't you, you know that,
Why
why why
why
why
why
why why why

Please,
just tell me
why.