Our beloved house
I'm removing everything we put together,
so eager then, in our new house
and now the clock dials, and at this breakfast,
I seem to say, do not let me die,
the tea reflects a world of bags and bags,
and every sip about the hard farewell.
Naked the walls, autumnal without remedy,
and the house of memories is completely de-leafed.
And so we keep pieces of life,
and with the conches they leave old wounds,
and in each open book, your beating heart
poems that we both write anywhere.
The buckle of your hair that is born behind the piano
My old snuffbox again in my hands.
I'm removing everything we put together,
so eager then in our beloved house.
I'm removing everything from our beloved house.
I'm removing everything from our beloved house.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)