WHEN THE WORLD SEEMS GLOOMY

when the world seems gloomy
and truth is just a pain
a needle pointing at the eyes
that won't close
and truth is a bitter sting
an emotion
that is neither guilt nor sorrow
but a void, callous, and hollow
when the world seems gloomy
think of me

think of the rolling heavens
that have comforted me
think of the blue skies
that have accompanied me
think of the tall pines
whose height have always taunted me
and bothered me and ridiculed me
because when the world seems gloomy
i just think of me

and the starless nights covered with clouds
with the moon rising ever so slowly
dragging with it the minutes
the hours, the days, and the weeks
of the months and of the years
of the time when you will come
back to my kisses
back to my outstretched hands
back to my gloomy world
back to me

when the world seems gloomy
think of me
and all the miseries you caused
miseries that have freed me
from the world that was gloomy
gloomy but ours

when your world seems gloomy
think of me