this poem was written from this line given to me by a very special person , giving life to this acrostic
I woke up with you thinking of you and died a thousand times in each second of the days I am not with you
The riddle of longing
What is the dream that suckled your smile
Homeless in blue
Yearning for seasons without capital letters
Dry like the white wound
Obeying every restrain order
In these seconds lies my words
Numb nails itching my own laughter
Or is it only the sound of survival
Taunting the echo of my scream
Where is the noise
Alone
Kind hands never bleed
Except from their death moment
Undo my syntax
Poured into yours
When I breathe am I home ?
Is the sun a star that looks like my sorrow ?
Time does it spell my face ?
Home is it when I breathe ?
Your crown
Only a belonging now
Us is the mosaic remains of my smile
Poetry by Emelén
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Written on 2006-08-23 at 13:24
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