Kite
You, drawing a world with a perfect score of a hundred million, are always lazy with colours.You tied up your cat-like chestnut hair as if it were a nuisance.
Your little caged bird chattered about many things.You liked its soliloquies so you laughed like a little girl.
No matter what words you write, your lonelinessHas already sunk deep underneath your smile.Tonight, you slept in the middle of a large canvas againNo matter how much I wish, I can't be by your side.Despite the fact that I know.
In the corner of the blue sky you watched the kite that was spinning round and roundThe faint tip of the brush drew the outlines of the window and lost its way to its destination
The smell of the cigarette you smoked burned in your chest"What was that about a kiss?" your eyes seemed to play dumb
Your sadness cast a shadow like a pond.Without struggling I sunk peacefully in itI want to tear up that canvasSo you won't be forever aloneYou should know that.
And then you'llAnd then you'llCome flying by the windowTo the revolving skies of the kite.The caged little bird quietly escaped.