Poem: The Boy in Yellow

Who will give me back the suns I've missed?

Who will give me back the moons I've cried?

If I were to leave, if I were to fly from here,

Would it matter that I did my best, that I tried?

I search in vain in every speck of dust,

I've done my best, I've smiled to every face,

Yet I stay alone, I stay alone, I stay at home,

And feel another crack, small, oh, so small, but another one.

Why bother talking, wasting my time?

Why hold my breath over and over again?

I wish I could go and take flight,

Arrive to the arms of the one who's more than a friend.

I'm a wish, I'm a dream, I'm the whisper in between,

I'm the lips who wait untouched, the rebel heart.

I'm the spark in my very flesh, I'm not real,

I'm nothing at all, a universe, yet blank.

I don't want to go back in time, not a single day,

I wouldn't change this present for my past.

I still have much to do, still to much to say,

But I cover my eyes as morning arrives.

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Kinky regards, K!

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