miyako73
08-22-2012, 09:06 PM
My laughter struggles
Between my lips and nostrils;
My tongue sulks.
I have forgotten
The words from a poet;
My memory is a sad literature.
I cannot force myself
To speak about a landscape;
The geography I know is desolation.
When you see me smile,
It is the mask my face wears;
I have given up laughing a long time ago.
Between my lips and nostrils;
My tongue sulks.
I have forgotten
The words from a poet;
My memory is a sad literature.
I cannot force myself
To speak about a landscape;
The geography I know is desolation.
When you see me smile,
It is the mask my face wears;
I have given up laughing a long time ago.