domingo, 25 de enero de 2009


I love you so much that I wish I could tear my heart apart just to show you my deepest feelings. I just wish you could see how much you mean to me. I just wish you could understand the incredible pain that overwhelms me when I realize that I've lost you. What can I do in order to let you see that I die, I simply die if you are not by my side? What can I do to live without this incredible pain? What can I do?

I feel your eyes burning holes straight to my heart. I feel your tenderness through my veins and I realize I can’t live without you. I feel your body close to mine and I can’t stop thinking about real happiness only if shared with you. I feel you inside me and I just can’t stop needing you.

It seems your decision is clear, and I can’t stop thinking about what it could have been. I just wonder, simply wonder, what Destiny would have given us if things had been different. But now the only thing to do is let time go by, and try to accept. Accept your decision and eventually forget all the moments by your side. I will just sit in the stormy rain and wait until the end, until someone will take me to another world or simply rot, rot alone.

* * *

I need another place
Will there be peace?
I need another world
This one's nearly gone

Still have too many dreams
Never seen the light
I need another world
A place where I can go

I'm gonna miss the sea
I'm gonna miss the snow
I'm gonna miss the bees
I'll miss the things that grow
I'm gonna miss the trees
I'm gonna miss the sound
I'll miss the animals
I'm gonna miss you all

I need another place
Will there be peace?
I need another world
This one's nearly gone

I'm gonna miss the birds
Singing all this songs
Been kissing this so long

3 comentarios:

grass dijo...

And now, let it be more than ever.
Nothing else, you and me, me and you.
Imagine me and you...
Watching you a while, a eternity...
Per sempre...
Quest' la felicita!

¿Quédaste esta eternidade comigo?


Blumun dijo...

El olmo viejo, hendido por el rayo
y en su mitad podrido,
con las lluvias de abril y el sol de mayo,
algunas hojas verdes le han salido.

Mi corazón espera
también, hacia la luz y hacia la vida,
otro milagro de la primavera.


Asi como los puntos de sutura curan nuestras heridas pero no hacen desaparecer sus cicatrices, el tiempo dulcifica los recuerdos pero no los borra.

Musi dijo...