Me smiling

I lay my ear to the ground, to carefully listen to your soft steps coming

They make a sound of high falling drops down the blue sky in the spring

Sizzling desire to see an early bird, carrying a sweet love on its wing

Seems like, it meltdown with the snow, so there's nothing to bring.

Those sounds, I barely hear, shape the pertinacious letters, lined by

Then letters shape the meaningless words and they look wry

Hope, when you come, you might have some colors, them to dye

Or it's rather to die, cause no longer my life is mine, but thy.

When you color me with inspiration, words would gain some meaning

They shape a sentence, to unfold my hidden and shy feelings

I've got so much to say both repulsive and gripping

so look, when you won't listen to me, my heart goes bleeding.

I shape my hollow world with your shiny and welcome smile

well, when it comes to saying something, I go numb awhile

All the sentences in mind will break just into the words in a pile

words then will break into the letters, which soon will just become a sound

And meanwhile, I will be standing dumb still nothing to say, but only smiling.