Marc Puig To Start Anew
To start anew
I pass my time looking at the sky
imagining coloured clouds
Now I write with no words
without a reason, without goals
Think that love is a season
of shelter and cold
between me and you,
between us two
If your heaven is my hell
now it’s time to bid a farewell
When you silently cry out
When your world is falling down
Think that grief is a mirage
of the selfishness in the heart
in your heart,
in our heart
I pass my time looking at the sky
imagining coloured clouds
I fall in love with the moment, so
I desire you, I’m sorry, I’m not in control
The only thing I long to need
An innocent look
with complicity
To fill my emptiness
To feel I’m alive
To start anew
© 2003 Marc Puig
