Dress Your Thoughts

Don't start trusting passion

when the world is short of light.

Don't raise your heart fist

to prove your fear.

I am playing into oblivion,

my love has long been

in the trash.

Don't tell me silence is sweter

than blood, don't promise me

that my fate is fit for

a graphomaniac poem.

I give you my beloved whisper,

let love become for you

the wind that will take you

to the other side of the world.

My winter does not like spring,

summer dies passionately.

Give a name to the wronged words,

dress your thoughts

with exquisite smiles.