THE PIANIST
by ADRIAN MENDIZABAL
Your hair is twisted.
Twixt. Bloody eye shut.
bloody hell.
Your hands are slender.
Tight. Loose. Muddy.
I know you not.
I couldn't care less.
I see you in a passing.
Is this real, what it is?
You and me, lying on a bed.
Lying like a twisted rose
Under the night sky.
Forever I will hold you.
In my dreams.
Forever and ever.
That this, you and I,
Will be.
Best out of best.
Linger jazz, linger.
I'm sorry. Why me.
Two years without.
Why still me?
Germinal.
I fell like a lamb.
Tenderly swift. Fixated.
Unrestrained.
I loved you.
Take me away.
Like a sleeping tomb, you said:
"I care for you."
And now I am loved.
But abandoned.
Joy.
But pain.
I breaks me away.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye.
Ciao!
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