Dark riot

Second poem.

I see you sleep

And I don’t want to wake you up. 

I want to keep

This day in my memory cup. 

My heart so hurt. 

But I don’t know why. 

That little bird,

That now can fly. 

Hour goes

And darkness disappear. 

My heart is witted rose

With a little tear. 

It is so quiet,

To sit right here. 

I want a big riot!

For us, my dear. 

That bird lost her feather.

I see it from my desk. 

It is the same colour as heather. 

I hide the tear by my mask. 

Hour goes 

And darkness disappear. 

My heart is witted rose

With a little tear. 

I want a big riot!

But you can’t hear...