My Cloudy Childhood

A few words sold,

a bit of damn thought.

I forgot which memory belongs to you.

Nights are warm,

when random kisses and noisy hearts

fall from the sky.

Teach me to walk slowly,

without complaining about my

lost biography, my cloudy childhood.

Dreams of a better freedom

wander in the wilderness

of my soul, but God is watching us

through the keyhole.

I will draw you

the most beautiful rainbow,

color the gloomy stained glass window.

Your naivety made my

conscience ache.

Guilt doesn't apply to my future.

I have wanted to die many times,

but the flame in your dreams

scared away the painful shadows.