It’s Me

At the time I learned to live
I never grew up.
At the time I learned to dance,
the music died.
At the time I learned to kiss
she kept her mouth shut.
At the time I became old
I did not die.

And I wonder
where did they all go

At that time I learned:
You can only be alone
if you truly miss yourself.
At that time I learned:
my bed was warm – every morning.

But still I wonder
where they all went

And in came you
You made me tall
You made me sing
You made me young
You made me swing
But still I wonder
where did you come from?
From the place where kisses grow?

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John D. Muller View All →

Schrijver van korte verhalen. Soms iets langer. Soms iets anders.

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