WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – It has never an error, by Raf

IT HAS NEVER AN ERROR

I look at you for the last time, as I go on. I hear you breathe, do not take the snapshot. I do not bring no trace in me, nothing that I will have to remove. If you’ve played you are the same, though now it hurts. If you loved was not love, it is never a mistake. It was good to hear you, and hold you close. If only for the space of a morning. I look at you for the last time, and you walk away. I see you walking, it’s like magic, you are no thoughts, you will not be reality. You know that nice, you know that happiness. If you made a mistake is the same, though now it hurts. If you loved was love, and it is never a mistake. It was nice to watch, and hold your hand, or even just imagine from afar. And if you lie you are the same, now let me go. But if you loved was love, and it is never a mistake. It was nice to hear, stay close to you. If only for the space of a morning. I go into your thoughts for a night, not sleeping, and feel cold inside. I will enter in to a dream, when it’s already morning, and for that day you take me with you. If you’ve played it is the same, although still hurts. But if you loved was love, and it is never a mistake. It was nice to hear you and keep you close. Also only in the morning light. And if you lie you are the same, but now let me go. If you loved, love will never be the error. It was nice to follow you, stay close to you, if only for the space of a morning.

(Raf)