Poems from Pieu
I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls
with clean blood
and organized drawers.
I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests
And the saddest truth is
when she decided to move up
She ought to look back, where she was years ago
Though her feelings have changed
but...
Take me to the world where there is peace all around
The world which has no bounds
Where no one hounds
The only surface covered with love...
It all began with a wrong call
To a friend that was known for long
He was like a star on a midnight sky
And like a wind that I cannot tie...
You will love me unconditional
Pure, without complication
You will understand my tears
And calms all my fears
You love me right from the...
In the crowd of strange faces,
Your seemed familiar.
I did not know you,
But you looked similar.
You were my distraction,
My reasoning to...