flowers spill from my pockets
flowers I couldn’t give you
or put somewhere
while ranting about the weight of the past
I couldn’t come to you
couldn’t get anywhere
softly silent
does the sailboat crave water?
the sea lies ahead, it can’t see ahead
it’s still early
has spring begun, so pink
come to me or not, I still love you
what do you care if I’m on fire? I’m not afraid
don’t you be afraid either
with a single word you shattered my shell
I can’t get over it
I can’t get enough of you
these hands will hold each other one day
come, let’s wait
come, let’s believe it