The Picture on the Wall

Wed. Nov 11, 2009

Im over, I see the picture once made me faint,
I see the face once made my heart beat fast,
faster, hyperactive beating, that one that made me feel a Jump inside
and made me alert to my surroundings.
the one I was thinking of no stop
the one I learn to distunguish his voice in a room full of noise
the one that kill me with a kiss, and rescued me with another one
the one I wanted for my own; for him my feelings are gone.

so burry me, burry me cause nothing is left, just the memory that I might carry till the end
would you believe me if I lie? no, yes, maybe.
who cares about the answer, if at the end what it counts is how convincing I was.
I see the picture, and my heart beat does not stop, does not change, does not jump
I am not dead, I am not more in a coma
but I don't know where I am.

I see new faces that I like, but my feelings seem to disagree
I see old faces, I see his face.
I see my face, I see people with no face
where to look? if the world is full of shadows
where to hide when no one is seeking you?
I just listen.

I still caring for the picture on the wall, but there is no much I could do
if some day the picture falls.