OLIVIER MARTENS
Buy me before i'm famous.
Sell me before i'm nobody.
Or keep me, come dark with me.
And have some sorrow, sorrow finally.
We tried to ignore, but we felt the woods coming.
It was already too late.
© Olivier Martens 2024
I said when will you recover
She said when the moon is on fire
To make the picture, even a tramp like me
Will have to wait until the table turns back into the tree
Before a thousand lovers will swallow the sea
And take back
The picture
The table
The tree
Me
And sorrow
Sorrow... finally
...
No love
No table
No tree
Only sea