My chest almost collapsed, but not my heart, it’s beat is still rapidly engaged.
Yet my ears bleed of to much nonsense put into them by smoky mouths, happily enraged.
Now my lungs are full of crap.
Emotionally unavailable guys verbally fight for my attention.
I beam away, thinking about books and songs and motion pictures another human mentioned.

All I want is, that the truth of your soul speeks through your eyes to me. 
And I wanna dance on your lap. 🙂

Don't want no villans smile of a stranger, that tries to put me back 
In that wicked place of my thoughts, my sorrow, of his dreadful lack of words.
Don't want no harmfull laughter, which wakes me from a lot of promising dreams.
Light that flashes, light that beams, after seconds I know what to say:

I'd love to be rich of feelings, tender thoughts and laughter.
I'd live to be rich of moments to remember.
Taunting encounters enlightning my ever youthfull spirit.
The promise you made hurts me in my guts. I didn't keep it.
But I go on with the smiling eyes of a wounded warrior. 
I go on with the flying hands, of a samurai, only that a keyboard is my sword.
I go on as, if I would die, should you catch my heart with your butterfly net.
Your the wrong human. Didn't approach to the right one yet.

20-04-2026 by Johanna nion Blau