After The First Ten Days

ah, this isn't the end of this story.
keep me alive through these days,
keep me fresh,
and keep me free.
north of silence & droll,
south of rush & mourning.
there's a place,
there's a friend,
far from my home.
and these are the pretext,
for mourning.

ignore my mistakes,
i'm not a butterfingered.
i'm not a sinner,
not a girl !

dark rooms, bright nights,
crying friends,
black shirts.
i found him once again,
(and may he found me too ?)
this is the new begining,
to be together,
(after the first ten days)