Alibi
Half way to your heart
slippery mossy branched off wild
Lost is misleading
I have to memorize all day
I also looked at the schematic of the taste map
The needle swayed between the silent silence
Tonight I repeat your heart
I prepared a soft word for the opening of the path
A series of hesitant comics and worry pauses are always present
Standing at the end of the stony silence
I prepared a set of courage
I watched the symbols turn off my memory
In the upstream there your silence kills desire
I want to put on a white bed
I can not
run even further
Thanks for writing poetry 