I could write a
poem individual at dawn
describe aspects
of my deep soul
and reliving the
memories that no longer matter more
But in the
morning, you'll be singing about
And how you held
me in his dangerous game
And it will be
all about you, and I will be all the people you want to see
The most
passionate and the most hurt.
Can I say during
the afternoon as well'm alone
enumerate with a
smile the advantages of not having anyone
And secretly
dreaming about being part of someone's life
But the setting
of the sun I'll miss holding your hand
I close my eyes
and let my imagination take for near real
And I feel your
hands in my hair
And I feel you
taking my clothes while fills me with kisses.
Earlier in the
evening, I'll always be more desperate for the day to end soon
At dawn, I will
always be the most desperate to come again at dawn.
During the
afternoon, I'll be daydreaming
And at dawn,
pretend to be doing something that is not thinking about you,
even if I'm not
occupied anything.
I fell in love
like a child
I occupy my days
thinking of you
And my nights
dreaming to see you.
Every time I hear
that song, I wish I could wholeheartedly embrace
Every time I
breathe, speak and live
I just want you
to let me love you.
And I just ask
that it can love happen
Or just release
me and resolve to go along with the wind, followed by the
As I always
follow you.
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