Cross

A little poem I made recently.

I cross the lines
and all the signs
of your presence
and everything else
that makes no sense.

I'll make this line long so you can see the effort I'm making
And I'll keep writing until you realize I'm not lying to you
I'll just stay here on this paper until I can see myself fainting
And until I can feel every move that you do.

Cross fading away from the shading
of my erased drawings of you
I will end up stealing your heart
If you let me to.

Coloring a book with an invisible pencil
In a way that the colors glow and shine
Coloring a piece of my heart
That you left rotting by.

Turn on the power
when the electricity is down
Go take a shower
When theres no water available in town.

I feel, I seek, I go
I left everything still
on the way to the things below
the sky and above the surface
and now its all so real.
I can still dream of you
with that smile on your face
relaxed beyond all worries
in that little room you call your place.

Flávio Murilhas.