Poeme : The Hole Of Your Sorrow

I was hurt today
For you led me on
You offered me words
On a gold platter
Blinded by the gold
Thought I saw your soul

I read into what were only words
From my heart cascades a stream of blood
For it has been crushed to explosion

As the wind you whisper : « Weep no more my Dear »
Offering me plasters for the broken heart
It is too late now. No kiss will seal the tear
Hope cannot be, since your heart is set elsewhere

We both have bleeding hearts.
From your wound you took the dagger
And turned to my heart
To clone the hole of your sorrow.

03/12/04

i was yʁ tɔdε
fɔʁ iu lεd mə ɔ̃
iu ɔfəʁεd mə wɔʁd
ɔ̃n- a ɡɔld plate
blɛ̃dεd bi tə ɡɔld
tuɡt i saw iuʁ sul

i ʁəad ɛ̃to wa wəʁə ɔ̃li wɔʁd
fʁɔm mi əaʁ kaskadəz- a stʁəam ɔf blud
fɔʁ it-as bin kʁyʃεd to εksplozjɔ̃

a tə wɛ̃d iu wispe : « wip no mɔʁə mi dəaʁ »
ɔfəʁiŋ mə plaste fɔʁ tə bʁɔkɛ̃ əaʁ
it is tu latə nɔw. no kis wij səal tə təaʁ
ɔpə kano bə, sɛ̃sə iuʁ əaʁ is sεt εlsεwəʁə

wə bɔt-avə blidiŋ əaʁ.
fʁɔm iuʁ wund iu tuk tə daɡe
ɑ̃d tyʁnεd to mi əaʁ
to klɔnə tə ɔlə ɔf iuʁ sɔʁɔw.

zeʁo tʁwa slaʃ duzə slaʃ zeʁo katʁə