LYRIC FOR SALE

By Mirela

The bright sun woke me up,
I felt good just having on my own a cup.
I woke up alone but I didn’t missed you
I saw your daily notes and decided not to read you.

In the fridge I can’t see its color anymore
You love notes so much, but I love words
You decide always what and how should be done
Notes everywhere, but so empty lines.

I have forgotten how was to love myself
Laughing by heart and dancing with the wind
Listening preferable music and walking in the park
Wearing casual clothes without thinking twice.

I woke up alone but I didn’t missed you
I saw your daily notes and decided not to read you
The music spread all over my soul
Breathing my colors and listening my voice.

Maybe it was the last night sleeping together
Now I know what I will lose and gain
I hate notes full of empty lines
I need voices and words to feel alive.