navel unfold that your already too old, the flawless <br />of the wary hair tells me that your worry of the <br />days that fails <br /> <br />everyone is done, when that night have to stand, <br />when the music started to fade in the middle of the <br />night it sung <br /> <br />oh! so worried, all the faces seems blasted, in the <br />night and morning as it sounded, that in their feet <br />and hand seems flooded <br /> <br />why, should all this things happen, when i was young <br />i call and shouted, to everything i needed, like magic <br />it sprouted <br /> <br />make me strong so that, in every music, i can dance <br />in every steps i can jump, make it loud, so that my <br />heart can be apart <br /> <br />i always take my vow, that long before, iam proud, but <br />now iam loose, for only i know, that life we take is <br />always new <br /> <br />here iam now, cooled and pale, yet! full of wisdom to tell <br />inch after inch i can feel, the dawning time where the <br />only things i can share <br /> <br />to know is to live and to live is to die, in dying you will be <br />remembered, that only you the only you, can tell, that there <br />is you who exist<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-you-60/
