„Lines"
I am writing a few lines
none of them might be good.
I am writing them for a few moments
to empty my head.
The line pulls awrly.
When I went to school the lines were all in front of me
and I was told where I should
fit my way.
Now there is a blank paper in front of me
and I know by myself.
In plaid notebook
I arrange my feelings into boxes.
Being a little careless
when I draw my luck
over the line.
To look from the others
How to be
what to wear
to give to you ever
would not come from there.
The substance keeps to much layers.
Now there is a blank paper in front me
and I know by myself.
In plaid notebook
I fit my feelings into boxes.
Being a little wild
when I draw my luck
over the line.
In plaid notebook
I arrange my feelings in the boxes.
Being slightly wild
when I draw my luck
over the line.
In plaid notebook
I arrange my feelings in the boxes.
Being slightly wild
when I draw my luck
over the line.
There is no need anymore
to keep any lines straight.
If I only want
I bring my line crossed throw the page
add some blossoms
daisy-like.
Now let come
stifling summer-nights and freezings.
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