Sometimes I fall in desert crowd,
Sometimes I think that I ain't found,
Your coldest eyes, I ever seen,
Your sweetest lips, that often scream.
And than I start to think like that,
I close my eyes and almost dead.
You are the best, I ever known,
You are the worst, so I must go.
* * *
When darkness catch me in the sun,
When I climb in and fallen down,
When streets like hostages in gale,
When birds are crying in the rain,
I feel my hands like something else,
And I have no time to regrets,
I wrote on papers in my house,
And smiled to every crossing clouds. |
