i transmit whatever is left in me <br />everything is for you <br />my love and mystery <br />open your window to receive <br />the sky is low <br />and yet another day <br />you hear the words which are always the same <br />and nodding of your pretty head <br />means that you do not understand <br /> <br />once i wrote a 'wired song' <br />i'll transmit it too <br />before you're up and gone <br />i thought it was tender <br />and tenderness is <br />all that i need <br />and then you can have the world from me <br />please tell me that you need me so <br />tell it and then never go <br /> <br />i know you stand there in your killer floral <br />and flowers bloom <br />all flowers bloom <br />what a garden of a body <br />silence again <br />i don't know what to add <br />the transmission seems to have reached its end <br />emptiness sucks out the heart of the world <br />which ends behind this open door<br /><br />Max Kuvaev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/always-the-same-4/
