In the attic

You came
you sat with me
The wooden floor was creaky,
The window was sealed
Stained by the rain
Of the night before.
A forgotten pain
Recurring
But I’m here. 
I will always be here.
Won't you come back?


Paolo Driussi

Solitary Man

Lost in my thoughts, what can I say?
I assumed happiness would appear.
Am I delusional?
Nothing comes so easily, nothing.
Maybe tomorrow, the next day or the next

I lost myself; I lost everything I thought I knew
I stopped blaming them and blamed it on you.
Delusions was the lock and patience was the key,
It all took time; now those delusions are set free.


Paolo Driussi.

That sudden summer shower

Her eyes are so plain
Yet hides in them many tales of pain.
He tried his best to get under her sight
But gone are all his efforts in vain
Then came to his rescue a sudden summer shower
She was visiting a friend and she had to catch a train.
Stood in rain looking for help
And it was hard for him to restrain
He shared an umbrella, their eyes did all the talking
And the words, they remain.
He never wished anything in life
But that moment he so wanted 
The sudden summer shower to sustain.


Paolo Driussi

Just a mask

Just a mask,
or just a fact about no one asks?
We will never know.
Will we ever know?
Never come back looking for her,
Because no one is left there looking like her.
She is the person you think you saw,
She is the day with a pale white flower
Just maybe she is just a mask. 


Paolo Driussi. 

Lost  

Do you see the shadow?
That mighty big shadow hidden in the deep
It’s so very dark and deep.
I run, but it’s covering and stifling me.

I try, I dig 
Deeper and deeper to escape the shadow
But I cannot tell what is me and who is it
Where I start and where it starts

This mighty big shadow 
Encompasses all of me.
I cannot run and cannot dig
It’s so very dark and deep.

Paolo Driussi.

Was there anything worth going on?

You are my fear deep inside
You know all I try to hide
You know my weakness,
My doubts.
You speak when I speak,
When I sleep, you rise.

I tried to hide from you
My darkest fantasies,
Won't be worse than reality
That's about to come.

Well, was there anything worth going on?

Paolo Driussi.