5.5.2018
I wished to share my sunny days
and the rain against my window
But you can only give me starry nights
and promises to tender
I want someone to set ablaze
But you have burned to cinder
You have burned
Too bright
Too fast
Don’t know how long to linger
Getting dimmer, injured, thinner,
shut the blind?
Or let it simmer?
Cut the doubt
There’ll be no winner
Don’t come home
There’ll be no dinner
Dísa Andersen