Rain.
Blue drops of salty water;
where fire was as the air
not there is a huge Nothing.
Fall.
When everything seems to be burned
I do not pretend to know it at all
and I would not make you understand.
Tears.
The one that you can not fight
and you bleed when your soul hurts
then blame me, because I made the wounds.
Hand.
Which you hold in yours for so long
not easily taken away;
with my lonely breath.
Sky.
There I am, and can not figure out the "why";
love that can not see me;
you that stayed blind.
Everything.
Gone in the air, dust and time;
so do we stay apart from each other
sometimes I can not stay,
but sometimes I have to go apart.
Something.
We lost in ourselves,
I lost you, and you lost me,
Nothing in the life is free.
Part of me.
Dead is, and will be,
we cry and yell inside us,
but the moment is gone
and part stays inside.
