met to clear the river
that once flowed in us
but the devil planted misunderstanding
in the most fruitful parts, our hearts
how could warm brown turn into such coldness
a colour I can not describe
seeing the avert so obvious
broke something in the inside
every beginning of a thought a stitch
every full memory a harpune
the only way to stop the dry
is to clear my forest soon
cannot say all love is gone in me
but I feel in you it is
realizing this reality
is the pushing from the cliff
we met to clear our river,
it used to flow so pure
but the devil hides our estuary
and contaminated whats inside the blue
our place, will we find it again?
maybe if we don't try
the estuary, will we find her again?
Let's see what's there when we die
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
met to clear the river
that once flowed in us
but the devil planted misunderstanding
in the most fruitful parts, our hearts
how could warm brown turn into such coldness
a colour I can not describe
seeing the avert so obvious
broke something in the inside
every beginning of a thought a stitch
every full memory a harpune
the only way to stop the dry
is to clear my forest soon
cannot say all love is gone in me
but I feel in you it is
realizing this reality
is the pushing from the cliff
we met to clear our river,
it used to flow so pure
but the devil hides our estuary
and contaminated whats inside the blue
our place, will we find it again?
maybe if we don't try
the estuary, will we find her again?
Let's see what's there when we die
