Television
The Fire
Storms all that summer we lived in the windOut in some room in the windYour hands they were folded, you knew no demandsMy tongue, it clattered like tinMy eyes repeat, they take my seatYour eyes they say you resigned from the heatWe leaned in the cold, holding our breathWatching the corners turn cornersCoins on the table, the cards in the airThe face at the window kept smilingStorms all that winter we stayed locked awayWaiting. Watching. Falling.End of the street, horizons retreatYou, you ran with it, I wish I couldSleep is not sleep, my eyes repeatYou take the voltage that watches you weepYou caught the voice, I listen closeAll I heard was the echoesPraise emptinessHer rose-colored dressHer circling motionsPraise emptinessEverything scattered, nothing was missedWe took our house in the fire
From Letras Mania