Afternoon Conversation

afternoon conversation

coffee black, a cigarette I smoke

we talk the day away

And a light like a silhouette,

the smoke that dance to irritate my eyes

so I laugh and say;

"is this not a perfect day?"

we could be lovers, you and I

Go, my girl, and realize

nothing is more real than what we have right here

this is the fantasy of yours, come true

Room so still, am I yours at will?

And you say "it´s late, I have to go"

Why is it always so? (don´t go)

Bride and groom we became too soon

I felt sane enough to try it out

But I am a lonely sprout

in a pot where I can´t grow