YOUR LIFE WAS JUST A WAITING GAME

Slow motioned pictures

bring us to the horizon

coloured by the burning sunset

in the endless desert of your heart

No lie, no truth, no feeling

was tough enough, strong enough

to make you 

turn around.

Your life was just a waiting game -

it went on and on and on, till it ended.

And you were just sitting there -

telling me 

not to be

betrayed by anybodies lies.

You were also telling me to

 listen carefully

to the Godess of Humanity

in respect of any truth

of anybodies heart...

Like a desertflower covered by thorns,

- nobody could ever reach your soul -

though the beauty you gave us all

will never be

forgotten.

The art of survival was your philosophy,

though the cruel  side of reality

took your living poetry

so suddenly

away

from me.