I did not write for quite a while now.
It's not usual when I'm happy. So you can guess, the hell broke loose.
I let my chest open and it didn't take long for my feelings to blossom.
Let the distance speak loud,
Let the silence have the power to shut your voice
You're weak. Stop being weak. You gonna lose her, and yourself.
Pretty poems seemed to heal
All the scratches in my heart,
But this time I'm either ill
Or about to fall apart
Red stream gives, red stream takes
Due the power of your will;
Then void forces though reveal
If it warms or if it breaks
Strange feeling will then sway
Till your breath comes back again
You still mumble to explain
It was just for this one day
Acho que o amor é mais duro do que o que pensava. Instabilidade.
