I know it's a vile chimera;
clinging to a broken dream,
That because of your photos
It's still alive in my fridge.
If time wanted it that way,
And I was given the chance
to forget you in the corner,
Where I keep my regrets;
I would run through these parts
Like the wind of a typhoon;
Just like an old ship,
That doesn't sink with the flood.
If it gifted me a kiss;
My reflection in the mirror,
I would no longer see you from afar
When I look at my hands.
So, in my pagan dreams
I manifest my fortune;
When looking at the moon,
I see the love we give each other,
Gone way too soon.
If my verses were a gift
That could brighten your day,
I would not hesitate
To give you all I've left to live.
For, we are what we give,
And I never gave you much;
Now every time I listen
“I don't know where we're going anymore.”
I see your eyes, already distant.
Well, now it's summer,
But I'm dying of cold;
I don't see you when I wake up,
I don't see you at night,
I only feel your emptiness.
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