This Is My Cakes

This is my Cakes

I forgot how to taste

On a cup of coffee

Which you ordered with a farewell gesture

Sure and slow

Frozen in the child's nostrils longing

You melt into rain

Uncharted

With no more noisy noises

From the silence you left behind

Along with a blue time

Or dim the increasingly dim lights

Into the lonely bedside where I stood

I can not even recognize.

Maybe you want to go home

Or just stay away from the dark

Even impermeable to my roar

Which lamented and presented

Like a dish on the table of a dark city

The city that flickers its lights

We ever thought of as a tetanda

That the wounded heart must be bandaged

With a softer sound than smoke.

Go home, I'll just spell

Alone who once accompanied

Just different this time

There is a story I do not want to like

With a shrouded honest

While you do not recognize.

Let me close my blind eyes

Where the child's blood drips from him then flows

In the midst of the morning dew that swarms

On the glass window then choose to leave

As the sun begins to rise.

Beloved, maybe you forget one thing

That my choice is never wrong

Choose a role in the presented drama

For anyone who wants to enjoy

My wet red lips valve

To taste a flavor that I never neglected.