sábado, 21 de abril de 2018






Because you're not tragedy.

quinta-feira, 19 de abril de 2018


Time
I can't complain
A point in life where all seems plain and fair
Enough probably is the word

I can't figure how much is taken from me
But I do see myself in the mirror 
I see myself
Myself
And you

I can't figure where I would be now
Each small choice brings me to this present where I belong
There's no past, no other possible stream

Lucidity, more than never
More than I thought I ever could get
 
Sometimes I wish so much I could caress your skin 
See what you want me to see
Touch your lips, go with the flow
 
You're soft, cold and warm
You're myself, drawn to circumstances
But all inside is a void 
Filled my reality