Rorschach Test

*source: Bing

Waiting for the song to communicate through us 

because we have learned to be mute

They feel sorry for our souls

lingering around

confused by the hate 

attacked by the loneliness 

Standing I picture the absence

of your pride

of your ego 

walking hand by hand with mine

Illusions of love

The façade masked of collective despair  

For never figuring out how it felt

For never mistaken guilt for pain

 

Isn't weird the monster of frustration ?

We needed each other without any reason

And while the sun kept you hidden  

I dreamt about you chasing cloudy days 

Like a miracle running into my arms

melting that metal heart in front of mine

Reminiscing the melancholy that never existed 

Escapisms and fantasies

our lives in a canvas mirroring Rorschach tests

solely analyzing inkblots of happiness.

Anita Mendes