Under the plane,a poem for D.D.
Under that colourful plane Where we smiled and held hands By the grass Smiling you showed me the moon And the magical things a goddess could do You held my hand and sang that song Looking deep in to my eyes Andre,it doesn´t matter How much we part It hurted to split two siamese twins in half You where the knot in my knitting That hurt most It was so painful It made me so scared I was alone For the first time Without the one who completed me I learn to live as whole Without the one that used to be my half Now the scar is getting smaller The wound is dissapearing But that´s still that little rash To remind me of our separation Death and dessperation We where united by the heart We where united by the b0ne Other twins wouldn´t survive But I survived! Now we learned how to life appart But that day Under the colourful plane Before the surgeon and his scafold Splitted us in half Without any anesthesic ...