Rebeka

Into the Ground

I didn't say goodbye
to your lips
to your charm

I closed the book in the middle
a hollow sound of a solved riddle

I taste grass in the morning
my hands are white
you're still glowing
I cannot rest in the morning

my childish heart
keeps on growing

and it isn't the sun
that dazzles my eyes
feeding plants

the rising light in the morning
jealously longs for
your porcelain glory

into the ground I am growing
into the ground

I'm taking roots in my mourning
I'm a timeless branch

into the ground I am growing
into the ground

no one can save me ‘couse
I'm in the ground