Young and nothing to lose,
she is a monochromic innocence
fragmented muse
and delicate to show her inner self.

Blooms and garden of thorns
for you, i am a mirage in storm
the reflections you see through mirror
the silver light glowing through your face.

I am a bright side
with impecabilities
the light you have ever seen
after an infinite darkness.

I am a song you heard
in your dream
for you, i am a perfect distraction
in state of clarity.

For you, she could go worse
like an angel at her fall
hunted by fearless shadow
for you, she could be your muse.

Before we begin
we were both naive
to see the every inches of this world.
We are just starting to proceed
the consequences of going with the flow.

We have a lot of experiences
in our pocket,
it is a proof we will have
to choose our path.

Suddenly, that line crossed
and connected together,
I am part of your day and night
but never your whole life.

my last thought was you

I'm sorry if I'm running late
there are many things I haven't done yet
you are the most beautiful thing I've ever found,
I won't let you wait for centuries
just keep the traces of me.

My runaway darling
is like a promise
of the twenty seventh.
fast pace
in treacherous way
stayed for nothing
in sunset
and gone by sunrise,
it is not a surprise to me.

My runaway darling
is telling me some lies
and dreadful sorry,
that's what his claim to fame.

My runaway darling
is like a recall,last December
It's obnoxiously beautiful
and my runaway darling
is searching somewhere,
nowhere

Drunk of dreams
hold by waiting,
treacherous eyes
keep watching,
take me home
or i will follow it
on my own
with these fragile limbs.

Vulnerable part
on consistent image
through broken mirror,
too much gravity
can change the atmosphere.

You're just another daydream
or another catastrophe.

Summer is
far as I think,
it flickered when
I blink
dreaming of
nostalgic
no winter, no autumn.

Maybe,you were written
in a next page,
I am the half
of your gut,
in every torn paper
and scratches.
How many times
it took a relevance?
like i'm dreaming
of "if you are mine?"

Hunter's haunt
their lifeless thought,
worst and precious.

It makes a permanent
hues of black soul
like it's photographed
from the history
of vendetta.