My very most honest mistake

Is that

    **I loved you

She leaves me
with secret flowers

each has
a broken heart

and purple petals
for me to hide

and memories
I can't ....

Tonight all I can feel is how beautifully your love feels and how everything with you is perfection.

It’s Monday
I’m waking up without you
Rain is falling almost as hard as my tears
It’s Tuesday
I’m dragging myself out of bed with a heavy head and heavier heart
The glow from the outside is more harsh than uplifting
It’s Wednesday
I’m halfway between feeling everything and nothing
Birds chirping outside my window make it hard for the silence to get to me
It’s Thursday
I’m calling a cab to take me home from a night trying to forget what’s engraved in my mind
Stars in the sky are reminding me of your eyes
It’s Friday
I’m in my room confined to four bare walls
Breeze from the windows nearly freeze my body
It’s Saturday
I’m ignoring the calls and any efforts of communication
Dark clouds block the sun once more
It’s Sunday
I’m awake at 4am thinking about how you’re probably not dreaming of me
Rain is falling again, but my tears have dried.

my heart beat is calm
for the first moment in time

is it a spell in a magical tile?
or the lasting trace of your smile

maybe an illusion as it seems
or another beautiful dream

as pure as the sunshine scene
like you, my beautiful queen

I think it's another endless dream
creo que esto otro sueño sin fin