Nothing's more predictable
Than an Eiffel tower,
Rolling around my nauseous head,
Exploding in my heart
Among long days of silence,
Long nights of freezing dreams,
Numerous amazing moves
In a game of creativity.
You used to be my guest,
A heartless yet sensitive creature,
A lonely spider
Looking for a dragonfly to taste
Without destroying its feeble wings.
In my room
You used to be a ray of light,
You used to be
My platonic passion,
A zephyr in my scarlet sails.
