I want to burry what's left of you in the deepest point in the world to let your shadow disappear
to empty my mind of your memories ,my veins of your poisoning love and to break the spiritual link between us
that invisible link that let me frozen in some where in the middle between the past and the present ,between pain and love each time my eyes fall on you and my soul meets your soul
that invisible link that makes me back to you over and over ,makes my heart beat for you ,makes the wounds get deeper and deeper...I'm just in the edge of the abyss,about to throw all my weapons ,about to lose control , about to collapse ...I'm just unable to turn the last page ,to write the last line,to give the last hug the last kiss... because Your soul exist in every detail; the sound of rain the smell of old books ,the deep moments of silence the beautiful moon in dark nights, the stars in the blackness of the sky, the sad Melody of the sea,the coldness of winter and the warmth of my tears...
when I close my eyes, I see my incomplete dream..your same smiley eyes telling me how deep your feelings are,your same shining smile provoking my pen to write and my spirit to dance following the rythme of my heart'beats...I can't just close the book and stop your music inside of my heart ... it's part of who I am part of my inner sense of beauty of purity, sensitivity and creativity part of all the beautiful things you sow inside of me ...
to empty my mind of your memories ,my veins of your poisoning love and to break the spiritual link between us
that invisible link that let me frozen in some where in the middle between the past and the present ,between pain and love each time my eyes fall on you and my soul meets your soul
that invisible link that makes me back to you over and over ,makes my heart beat for you ,makes the wounds get deeper and deeper...I'm just in the edge of the abyss,about to throw all my weapons ,about to lose control , about to collapse ...I'm just unable to turn the last page ,to write the last line,to give the last hug the last kiss... because Your soul exist in every detail; the sound of rain the smell of old books ,the deep moments of silence the beautiful moon in dark nights, the stars in the blackness of the sky, the sad Melody of the sea,the coldness of winter and the warmth of my tears...
when I close my eyes, I see my incomplete dream..your same smiley eyes telling me how deep your feelings are,your same shining smile provoking my pen to write and my spirit to dance following the rythme of my heart'beats...I can't just close the book and stop your music inside of my heart ... it's part of who I am part of my inner sense of beauty of purity, sensitivity and creativity part of all the beautiful things you sow inside of me ...
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