Tante, troppe parole

It’s so easy to deceive,

Lost in words we weave.

Drunk on dreams, falling deep,

Truth’s a promise no one keeps.

A castle of sand, shining bright,

Falls apart at its greatest height.

Touch the sky, feel it near,

Yet clouds whisper words of fear.

Words of air lift me high,

But the fall hurts when they lie.

Fire burns with passion’s cries,

Yet die away in frozen eyes.

Held so close, lost in bliss,

Blind to poison in your kiss.

Filling up, then drained away,

Doubts and fears now rule the day.

Words of air lift me high,

But the fall hurts when they lie.

Fire burns with passion’s cries,

Yet die away in frozen eyes.

Empty vows whispered low,

In the arms I thought I’d always know.

Flames so bright, yet so weak,

Turned to ash with words so bleak.

The fault is mine for chasing dreams,

For trusting words, not what they mean.

It’s fun to play, to twist the game,

But not so much if you feel the pain.