Black Tears
Maybe if I put my face in the wind,
I feel its caress
Perhaps the rose smell her perfume
and if I open the window, I would see
the bird hovering in the sky and
, music, pick the sweetest of notes .
Instead, the rose, I see only his spine
window closed and the black curtain
the wind screams my despair
and the music is like a requiem
and mind no longer remember
Vaga in the limbo of my life
a '
other life that was a day when evil
not invaded my soul and I do not
lost.
(written by someone very important that there is unfortunately no more)
I feel its caress
Perhaps the rose smell her perfume
and if I open the window, I would see
the bird hovering in the sky and
, music, pick the sweetest of notes .
Instead, the rose, I see only his spine
window closed and the black curtain
the wind screams my despair
and the music is like a requiem
and mind no longer remember
Vaga in the limbo of my life
a '
other life that was a day when evil
not invaded my soul and I do not
lost.
(written by someone very important that there is unfortunately no more)
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