Cocoon
Well, Kinshala I'm back to writing
for it's Reality
that I'm fighting
for I so wanted you to be mine...
I thought you could save me
or at least help to tame me,
But I guess this ain't the right place or right time,
So I'll cocoon once again
surrounded by friends,
family and infidels too,
and dream of the next world
(while in my puppae - all curled)
awaiting rebirth that is new
Hoping to find Kinshala there
in any form (I don't care)
I just know that I want her essence to hold
though I feel rather doubtful
after writing this mouthfull
of my lost Kinshala and
sad stories told...
I guess this love that I feel
is more a one sided deal
and I know
I've got no control over this...
but I can't help what
my heart says
over and over (uno, dos, treis....)
that it's Kinshala
who I long to kiss...
so as the water runs down
curved cheeks while I frown
I'm still so happy to know
that Kinshala is out there
and I can remember her fair
untill spring leaves again grow...
so, please don't get sad
or feel at all bad
and just enjoy Christmas this year
for everything's fine
(and I can still rhyme)
although I will end with a tear...
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