© 2019 by Walkers on the Moon

Bitter sweet poem

Sometimes, I'm having a dream About the future and the past About the days full of dust About love which ends in lust


Some days, oh, I'm pretty sad Because of things that might be said By everything what I'm doing Or wherever I'll be going


So now, I'm burning, I'm in fire Almost like I am in the hell These days just as barbed wire My Heart beats as a broken bell


Sometimes, I'm having a dream About love wings from the wax Made by me just for him About our own paralax