There are no words to describe how you pick my face,
And how it returns to me again.
Every time I’m torn to pieces,
I can hang on you,
a rope of golden sparkling brilliance.
Have you got time to breathe alone?
Standing on your feet seems impossible,
and as I walk away,
I hear in my head Morrissey singing Asleep.
So I crumble down in doubts,
as I see faces which irritates me.
I’m like a shade of the boy I used to know.
As I look in your eyes I see that I won’t move away.
As I see your smile I just wish to be somebody else to embrace you as I should.
As I hear your last words I see that I’m far from home, a long lasting distance that cuts like a sharp accurate knife.
I see pieces of existence which are disconnected as a broken glass, glued as better as possible.
I’m not here.
I will find the words to describe how deep my love is.
But my conquest gives me ambivalence.
Two extremes collide to fund truth.
Far as a silent galaxy I go. I go. I go. Following your sweet eyes