I woke up in the morning only this day,
from an infuriated dream,
where I have been for years, I think.
A dream where the smiles smiled for every truth,
and the cries cried for every lose.
In that place, love will be the one to seek,
hearts and minds always coordinate,
like it was you and I, remember?
There is no such thing as, “edges of forever”,
memories will never be cold as fire,
and revenge, yes, revenge is beautiful,
like it was you and I, remember?
It was a pure and vivid imagery
of a perfect world,
to where we want to go together,
a world far from what was ours,
a world with which hatred never remains
after death comes alive.
But I still woke up.
Then I looked at the window,
and remember,
that even how many times I tried to hide
and close my eyes in order to go there,
we could never be back
in each other’s arms again,
for you used to believe in the morning.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 12:19 AM UTC
I woke up in the morning only this day,
from an infuriated dream,
where I have been for years, I think.
A dream where the smiles smiled for every truth,
and the cries cried for every lose.
In that place, love will be the one to seek,
hearts and minds always coordinate,
like it was you and I, remember?
There is no such thing as, “edges of forever”,
memories will never be cold as fire,
and revenge, yes, revenge is beautiful,
like it was you and I, remember?
It was a pure and vivid imagery
of a perfect world,
to where we want to go together,
a world far from what was ours,
a world with which hatred never remains
after death comes alive.
But I still woke up.
Then I looked at the window,
and remember,
that even how many times I tried to hide
and close my eyes in order to go there,
we could never be back
in each other’s arms again,
for you used to believe in the morning.
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