Prismatic Tear

I try to say things
but I choke.
I try to stay cool
but I'm crazy about fire.
I try to follow,
but I can not,
my heart.

I always tell myself
that I took the wrong path.
that I have to stop
to see me...
My emotions...
Those are my motives...

my song sometimes
it's still sad!
It crumbles.
I don't know if I stay
or if i get rid of
of this furtive love.
I'm not happy, I'm a brother
of elusive things,
I'm a poet.

I know I cry and sing
this incomplete life.
i know i sound
to endless sentences.
I know I sweat
colorless rhymes.
I try to follow,
I just can't!
I was definitely wrong...

On the way!

In the depths!

I stop to see
my emotions
to oscillate slowly.
but my heart
brings me back.

An image stays in me,
present in my day,
in the mirror prism.

Present in my night,
present in my life,
present in my pain,
present in my madness,
present in my love.


PAR