… And what if Einstein were right? If time is an Illusion, am I ever going to forget about you?…
I wish I couldn’t dream
I wish I could close my eyes and experience absolute nothing
I saw blood
I felt sick,
Maybe because I was bleeding Inside.
You´re my light,
you brought meaning to the darkness that once lived inside of me.
You asked “what is art”.
Art is when we share silence and find peace.
i promised it would be forever,
and the scars on me will stay,
It seems that you already knew
when you gave me the roses.
It seems that you already felt
when you cut from the rosebush.
Our love was like those roses that you gave me,
Already grown in the rosebush
is red passion
Delicate as our fights
if cut has expiration date.
Our love is like the roses you gave me,
At first fascination
when you least expect…
— The End —