Poison Words

Me, the man who poeticises his feelingsKnow me as you and listen to me wellmy heart room opened to you with open armswhatever I've got in you, pick it out with your own hand.**Will I be able to find the peace I found at the end ofyour arms at the end of the road I am travelling?**When you're silent, I'm deaf to everyone. my book of poems and lyrics containing love, longing, separation, loneliness, life, grief and reproach...