No, I’m not the same,

everything has changed.

My heart is stone: breathless,

cool, never had a home.


But it was bleeding,

looking for the light,

for hope and signs,

the most beautiful smile.


But it couldn’t last.

The night was coming soon,

it would never pass

and let the morning shine.


How could there be

so much pain in single truth:

love can kill us anytime,

in many thousand ways,

yet keeps us who we are,

hopeful, childish, divine!


Image by