in some simple wor(l)ds..

a poem


little man telling the stories about life
he's fragile and kind, (no) he can't hide
(in a cyclic manner) when night comes and the moon is full
he drinks so much and looks cool [: )]
(i know he doesn't need that, he just like..
[:P mütemadiyen..] )
yes, sometimes he acts as an actor
with his improvisation-he's also an intelligent creator
of the fictional wor(l)ds (that i wonder)
(have to say: “never knew a person of this kind
he's different but it's quite fine”
[:P mütemadiyen..] )
when the night comes to this forest (of lives)
and it becomes quite dark,
i feel calm, when you're by my side..
-even if when you don't talk-
how can i say sir? (i don't know why..)
but i really do feel happy while you're around me
and it's like feeling so alive


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