Depression may
I wonder if only a matter of time.
The answers are not while I'm here, crying silently.
But the sadness I invade, I cover the boredom and unhappiness.
The incompleteness of my being seems to have no remedy, however
more you have the missing piece.
I remember all the things I'm not,
I do recall the moments I lost.
I dream with your face while tempting
I imagine you next to me and miss
between functional structures ...
and bite your red heart Eden.
not the wonders you have done
despite the fleeting seconds in which time has expired.
But if you change the steps and you get points
references found and if I steal the words and I transform my ideas, then I do not feel
be worthy of
moment I do not feel part of the reality
and me in on another ma , s of lies.
Maybe if my eyes met yours and my soul got
be visible
remember what is love so hard
and the passion would be to revive phoenix
my adventures and misadventures live more lively.
Maybe if
really get you decided instead of waiting to meet our destiny.
If the director of the ship plows the sea
or like a bird across the sky
with only one direction in mind
with just your body as a goal.
Maybe I should shout it without fear,
maybe it's time to accept the consequences.
Maybe it's time to get you in any map,
to write each letter, to read you on every page.
But maybe to be part of your life, you wanted
insistent that may become a never ever.
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