Do me a favour, bury me
If there is a timeframe for pain
if there is an expiration date for love
an expiration date for everything in life
I just wonder who decides the duration
are we protagonists or bit players?
Take this childish forever and give it a border
let it to fend for itself
this ridiculous feeling deserves your mockery
and when you'll have finished with it
do me a favour, bury me
Yesterday my son built Lego planes
the ultimate joy was to destroy them
that smashing reminded me of my mess
what a awkward image
well, I will cut my hair one day or another
Take this shame and wreak havoc on it
cover all with fresh flowers
this musty smell is unbreathable
and when you'll have finished with it
do me a favour, bury me
Anyway I guess I'm a little bit obsessed
and obsession is not healthy at all
but who can stop this necessity to know?
I have to get the back of the well
I will taste its water to see if it is drinkable or not
Take these sorrows and spit their poison out
I don't want to infect your soul
put a tight bandage on each wound
and when you'll have finished with them
do me a favour, bury me
poem by Ilaria Boffa
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