I can open my soul to you, put your hands in and make a hole in me,
I predict when you're about to leave,
I bottled up my feelings a long time ago,
but not my senses,I don't dare touch you,
I don't want to break the things that work for you.
You can make a hole in my soul, you would leave a wound that I would sew with all the poems I wrote for you, there would be no tears in my scar. M
Sometimes I think, I would have liked to meet you sooner or maybe later, at a suitable time. When we could have saved from ourselves or been less dead. Tell me boy, had I meet you earlier, we can would have felt the same?, I don't know anything about love, we dancing in shadows, is that alright?, tell me your secrets, I see you only in my dreams, or you're the boy who never exist?., I wanna know your secrets, I'll keep it. what I don't know about love?, maybe you're the boy who never was and we're stranded in a time where we cannot been, as if we were in the 80's. M.
Sometimes we can't figure out our feelings, and when we do the moment is gone, we keep it to ourselves, hide it, intuiting that it's not longer in us; eaten by the black hole of fate.
The pieces have been changed by the universe. M.
Woods: Isolation branches, hidden shadows digging in silence, growing, moving away from myself, dingy smell his stamp.
I don't know when the mirror broke, but I started to see through it.
Lying on my bed, I close my eyes, it seems like i'm sleeping, open my eyes and the light is dim, close my eyes and open them again, i'm dreaming, but it's not a common dream, I have to run away, I wish just disappear when I open it the eyes, still awake, this is still here, in silence.
M.
I met you in dead of night, we were trying to survive, I didn't have to look twice, you were there, as always, with the music on your side.
You're a fancy boy, but you don't have anything of fancy, you're invisible like wind, freedom runs in your veins.
I was floating on insomnia in my spirits nights, my legs fell towards to you, on hollow. When I saw your eyes it was between on mine, you're on my skin, and I enter in yours through to the moonlight, in a natural way, like your unfinished heart. M.
[car door closing sound]
She knew everything,this love only suffocated her, when they talked, all she heard was, don't love you and I never have, you always stay doing it easy.
[Road started]
Rolls down the window glass, because she feels she's not breathing, fucking waste of time: thought.
[¨nothing in my way¨ coming from radio]
He has been thinking, for a few days: I love her, I feel like trash, and now I understand that if there is someone who can cure me, it's her....
You know, H....
In the curve, he steps on the brake, the tires sound on the pavement, they fall. The car is between two trees, he feels dizzy, he blinks to recover, he speaks to her, but she doesn't respond, turns to she, but, there is a branch crossed in her neck with a sad and distant eyes.
In the funeral, he feel completely empty, no tears, is like, if seeing his eyes that time, they would have emptied all his blood, his heart couldn't beat.
six months later, hangs himself.
Oh, shocking blue love. M.
all is crap
so, I'm bussy today
I'm going to dissipate
I'm bussy today
all is crap. M.
