Little

Taking a step back into the abyss
Away from the growing outside.
The walls will climb around me
And the clocks will stop this time.
I want nothing more of this
Constant stream of feelings
That run riot around my mind
And thrust towards the ceiling.
I can waste no more time
Echoing my bouzouki
Towards the empty space
That drops between my feet.
May it be that we write,
from time to time,
Little love notes
That belittle our lies.
We strive for nothing but passion
In our own small talk.
Then we learn to forget it
And erase it like chalk.
We've learnt little in love.