Please
Do not misunderstand me
Because my passages are so long
I need to empty all sorrows
And goodbyes
For there is a huge space in reaching the sky
I may even look insane
Because of my wishes
And forgetting about myself
Thinking how to make others smile
Even my poems neither are in good relation with stanzas
Nor iambic pentameter
I am not Whitman or Dickinson
My world is far from being the same as ones
Boundaries do not apply to me
When slowly I seek to whiten my soul
For you to get blind by its beauty
For these kilometres burn every love
And I apologize for being so far
As my real wings are in progress
My head is a mess
My lips are made not only to kiss
But to smile a lot
And my words
Get the nectar from my heart
To have the same taste as honey
Oh kilometres
Are made to separate for real
But this is just physically
You, and your place
Is always between the sun and the moon
And our meeting is inside stars
For we have to experience the act of melting
To burn for real
For this world won’t let us be the same
Oh kilometres !
