Swedish Miles
Did you know that one Swedish mile
has a length of ten kilometres?
No, I don't want to go hiking
in Sweden with you.
Not today.
I just want to tell you,
the most talented architect
could build a skyscraper,
one billion Swedish miles high,
he won't feel as close to heaven,
as I do,
because of looking in your eyes.
Holy shit!
Normally I am an atheist,
but you played mind games with me
and I'm not sure anymore.
The problem with a... Show more
Swedish Miles
Did you know that one Swedish mile
has a length of ten kilometres?
No, I don't want to go hiking
in Sweden with you.
Not today.
I just want to tell you,
the most talented architect
could build a skyscraper,
one billion Swedish miles high,
he won't feel as close to heaven,
as I do,
because of looking in your eyes.
Holy shit!
Normally I am an atheist,
but you played mind games with me
and I'm not sure anymore.
The problem with a word
like “love” is,
that it was often said,
but never meant.
It is too short,
jumps of someone's lips before he realizes
what's happening.
That is why I don't like to use it
in my poems.
I prefer to say,
that
“With nobody in your bed,
the night's hard to get through.”
is not my only reason.
It is rather a feeling of comfort,
that is bigger, then my fear of death.
You look like the harbour
where I want to rest,
till hourglasses splinter,
because I miss you,
like a sinking ship must miss
the lighthouse.
And I hope my words can swim,
I don't want to imprison them in bottles.
I want them to be free,
so that they can find you,
wherever you are.
And I want you to know,
that if you were a sinking ship,
it would be my greatest pleasure
to get shipwrecked with you.
Although that would mean,
to inhale the cold frosty water,
as it hits the engine,
and drown with you.
To be or not to be,
that is not the question.
Not for me.
My issue is:
“How can I make you breakfast,
without waking you up?”
Because I am clumsy as fuck!
My steps sound like an elephant
slipping on ice, falling into a storeroom
full of timbals.
It seems to me,
that I'm the joker and you're
the queen of swords.
I am tired of Wildcard
and you are sick of tarot .
Let us start a new game.
Let us invent our own rules.
I cannot prove,
that we ought to take the same direction,
on this crossroad in the middle
of nowhere, where we've met.
But I am not a vampire.
Worst-case-scenario is, that I'm a bad
knock-knock joke,
but we won't ever find out,
if you let me stand on your doormat,
till the end of time.
If that happens,
I would put up a tent and wait.
-Kerim Mallée
Wow. I think thats beautiful