The Pavement

Smoke, as if I'm a lighted beam. From the top floor of your own. But I did not smoke. I spit on smokers, that they smelt the air with passion lending. You were a piece of easy pavement under the heavy balcony of my vanity. And I've been watching you for a long time shoes that do not know the traces. One did not come back to take over in your pavement idea of ​​a nest. The sidewalk sank, but the hunger of the footsteps subsided. And I was scared. Not that it was mine and not that it was you in my dream. I dreamed stones along the dirt roads, Killing in my heels for memory. I was dreaming of streets that run over motorcycle in my days with direction. But I was frightened for the uninvited. About your sidewalk that suddenly my breath silently rooted and I moaned in the tongue. Like a scab, which of escape ointments, instead of coming, it hurts. The pain is harder to forget. I remembered from the uninvited wounds the unworthy is the strongest. And I fell on the pavement of your breast. Like a pavement that lies in a abyss in the hope of hiding the darkness. But your gap was so great. One pave is not enough to fill the pierced through it. I will still climb on the balcony. I'll have to play with more a million paves your empty past. The shoes will also go to me - my previous track will wipe out. You are actually from my weak verses. You have no faith or shine. And the weak of love are the strongest. They jump, no matter what. Whoever has fallen forever falls forever. Because he wants to breathe, while inhaling the fields alive. Do not eat the shoes they offer. But they do not give food. They just take it. Eat my heart and you will be hungry for himself - man and woman. Do not be afraid of killing me. I have chosen a quench in your abyss, to defend you with your trails tomorrow. And if someone yesterday asked your soles in you to cleanse- stop him in the memory that I was. And the throng will know a flower.