Friday, August 14, 2009

I look for your smile

I look for your smile down empty hallways
I listen for your laugh in unlit rooms
Your smile I have drawn on walls and restaurant cloth napkins
But still I am nowhere closer to you

I’ll never have so much money that it will buy me glory
I’ll never have so much fame that all the world would know my name
But if it would make you happy to dance in a palace ballroom,
surrounded by kings and queens
I’ll steal my fortune and borrow someone else’s fame

If fifteen minutes is all it takes to make our mark on time
I’ll give you thirty with the fifteen that were mine
And when I am forgotten and no one remembers who I was
Would you try to save the me I left behind in words

1 comment:

Isabel Martínez Rossy said...

Encuentra esa sonrisa, Dash.
Tus palabras se guardarán en el corazón que acarician.