I am coloring the stars
So you will fly really high...
There is an essence of thought
That craves the perfume of your lungs
That misses the cotton in your voice.
Like a wall or a ghost,
I will wait for my mistakes
To don't kick on my face.
I will encapsulate the moon in a poem
7 million of sunrises in a bottle
I will wash my pain in a rainbow
Until my soul is crystalline
Until the color of my heart
Matches the color of your hands
Until I remember who I was...
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
I am coloring the stars
So you will fly really high...
There is an essence of thought
That craves the perfume of your lungs
That misses the cotton in your voice.
Like a wall or a ghost,
I will wait for my mistakes
To don't kick on my face.
I will encapsulate the moon in a poem
7 million of sunrises in a bottle
I will wash my pain in a rainbow
Until my soul is crystalline
Until the color of my heart
Matches the color of your hands
Until I remember who I was...
