Toys On The Moon (Chapter Two) Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Insignificant man, I die for your love
as the snow falls from above the clouds
like dust from the moon
and no one seems to notice.

You don't seem to notice me,
because this world is not the world,
it's just a memento of you,
I always return to.

You're eroding lips with kisses
but they're not my lips.
They belong to the ones that sweep you of your feet today.

In a place of graves I place all the love I still have,
thousand of ships, caring this precious cargo
in the land of the abyss
where even immortals die
of broken heart.

It's late for me now,
to die for something that's already dead.
It's stupid to say this, but I can't get up from this fall.
Grown man are crying for you,
I think I'm allowed too,
to sobb a bit.