When you sleep
behind purple lids,
like a sinner
translating and not relating to my dreams,
I leave you.
I leave you as I can,
for a honey-coloured man
I have not met in ages.
When I see him, I forget
as strangers that we've met
I know him as much as I dont know him.
He builds on the sand ,
with his sand-paper hands
soiled memories of the days we lived,
and sweet punishments...
for the days on a rent,
and glory all wrongly achieved.
With a dewy smell of lies,
sea-secrets in his eyes
"So,tomorrow....?", his question blinks.
"Tomorrow", I say,
tomorrow's in a day,
"Tomorrow's okay", I think.
behind purple lids,
like a sinner
translating and not relating to my dreams,
I leave you.
I leave you as I can,
for a honey-coloured man
I have not met in ages.
When I see him, I forget
as strangers that we've met
I know him as much as I dont know him.
He builds on the sand ,
with his sand-paper hands
soiled memories of the days we lived,
and sweet punishments...
for the days on a rent,
and glory all wrongly achieved.
With a dewy smell of lies,
sea-secrets in his eyes
"So,tomorrow....?", his question blinks.
"Tomorrow", I say,
tomorrow's in a day,
"Tomorrow's okay", I think.

