Tales of kaledrina

from violet to black

the shape of my soul

Posted By on febbraio 6, 2017 in Diary |

the shape of my soul

dangling
on the hammock underneath the birches-tree
in the back of your house
mumbling
the rigmaroles you used to love to say
smiling
just look the white clouds stroke the blue sky
for a while that one looks like me
the shape of my soul changes
every day
every time you’re near

tumbling
down just like the things I’d like to confess you
hard to choose words to use
lovely
while you ask me:
“please could you play piano for me once again?”
Just listen to this song I wrote for you
that song looks like me
the shape of my soul changes
every day
every time you’re here

And every time darkness makes you thrill
I’ll turn my heart into light for you
And verti time winter with its ice-cold touch
tries to stroke your heart
I’ll turn my soul into a little blanket
to cover you…