My fingers are sensitive

I pick up all words

I say less

Why I miss so much

I have questions to make

I need you

do you understand me

I want say

I need see you

I will not fly

It's not the same writing poetry

you say that you understand me

It's not truth enough

you're not free

When you look at me

my fingers are sensitive

When I look at the sky

I ask for more heart

for poetry