Alexia
The Heart My Way
To Say No
It is not love, nor poetry
that gives the impulse here, in the soul
maybe it's the color of these eyes of yours
that pierce the blue, the uncertainties and then
the illusions that we keep inside us.
No, it's not a sky of nostalgia
that darkens the sun in you, vulnerable
disarmed yes, and fragile
because, you need me once more
you never admit it or you don't want to explain it you
No, it's not a game of imagination
that brought you here, Sunday
Loneliness becomes music
And I disperse the restlessness in the blue
the words that I no longer feel inside us
To say no
To say go away
To say come on, stay here
That's okay
To say no< br/>To say go away
To say come on, stay here
That's fine.
It's never love, nor poetry
that gives impulse here in the 'soul

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS