Veranda zu zweit

Swing life away

 

 

You tell me of our future,
a veranda,
in the south.
I'm listening,
but only hear my heart,
beating anxiously.
Do you mean what you say seriously?
Deceive me my mind?

Confidence was destroyed.
You breath in my ear:
"Everything can be mended"
but my heart was fucked.
Not everything heals.

My ears on,
but only superficially.
My thoughts race,
Fast, way too fast.
My heart cries out:
"Run away! There are too many emotions!"
So I walk.

If it is serious about yours, then follow me
deep, deep down, in the ruins of an unfortunate childhood
And tell me,
you love me.