I fell in love
with the unattainable fortress,
fires inside
that I could only spy
from afar.
I gave my heart
away,
carelessly,
in exchange for NOTHINGness.
I kept forever the secret,
and you
kept it
too.
And when I tried to pull back,
from the brink of you,
Sargasso sea,
harshness and marble,
you finally gave up a soft centred chocolate smile.
But, then,
again,
retreat.
I’ve lost my taste
for assailing castle walls.
Now I desire
golden wings
and, instead of sadness,
a soul made of glass.
Far from your distant sun,
I swore to myself
not to love you
anymore,
not so hard. It hurt.
«Once upon a time» -I will confide-
«I lost my heart to an unattainable fortress».
And got it back.
Only just. Just the once.
