big eyes
looking for eyes
to look
in their depth.
I thought your heart
was made
of stone,
but now I know it's candy.
When will you
tell me
your truth,
instead of mixing it
with lies of others?
I am waiting
pushing life forward like
a soldier without
his gun
looking around
expecting a foe
to shoot in my back.
Sometimes I tremble
of joy or fear
but that gives
me the same
feeling of lost
excitement.
Whith you
fear was forgotten
but that meant I
depended from
your lips
and their
unknown taste.
Sometimes I am a soldier,
with no battle.
