I was born to sing and cry about love
but never really live it
to me, it is forbidden
blocked, denied
it's not meant to be
I was born to feel love and explode over it
to feel it so deeply
for everyone and everything
that sometimes I get to feel
every pain
every smile
every kiss
every loss
all at the same time
and I suffer
Love show itself to me through pain, mostly
and I cannot yet find a way to make it easy
I cannot find a way to make it possible
to me,
to others
And so loneliness becomes the only option
the only thing I have, on my own
And so my life seems very little
some foolish, fragile thing
And this soul
desperate to find hope in anything
begging to be fooled
becomes more and more tired
And I become afraid of the end
the end of me
afraid of my tragic life
to become marked by a tragic end
where I get stuck in an endless horror story
for eternity to come.
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