Many night, together,
of a near past, so far.
What were we searching,
playing in our dreams,
looking a old ceiling,
that like us, time has consumed.
.
I wish I won't care, no more,
of you.
Too many time we've been on the edge,
and today, even more.
We are two far souls,
both on the side, of the great channel,
without wires, nor names,
just with the Moon in common.
I wish I won't care, no more,
of you.
Because my nights, are still full of you,
when I already told me, that you are no more.
I tried to told you, as time passed,
of our divided future,
both on the line of our own fate.
What's the need, to told this again,
to repeat this absurdity,
that until will become reality,
no tears shall shatter.
.
Still today you populate my drawings,
and my dreams,
dreaming of seeing you somewhere,
but believe me,
I wish,
I won't care,
no more,
of you.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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