I'll take a quiet life
Useless efforts and thoughts.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell / How I wish I would save my soul./ I'm so cold from fear.
You told me to stop. I never knew if you really meant it.
When finally you begged me not to stop, I knew you meant it.
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(I wander through streets you might have wandered. You were probably happy then, but then you met me. And rather than walking these streets with you, I have empty hands and empty soul. Freiheit, aber nicht für mich)
The light was najestic for once. No picture can reveal that I saw, with every detail, every window of the city.
I don't know if you still work by the same window, walk the same streets, dream in the same bed.
But I hoped so. And took pictures, if there is a pixel of you it means a true reflection of the sunlight bounced of you unto me.
And then, just I was remembering the last time I woke up next to you, I turned my head. Somehow, I thought the sun truly bowed before your beauty.
I'll be close. Clouds or no clouds I'll feel you close.
Still, not more than usual, and it consumes me. Damn plane, flying high and locked.
Over and over, even not seeing you, not hearing you, not touching you, not tasting you, not smelling you.
One of those senses would be enough to sweep me off my feet.
But in all truth, they don't even matter - neither are present today, and still, I succumb to you. My heart and soul needs no senses to fall apart: just the mere thought reminds me I do love you.
Why did I resist? Why did I run away? Why did I waste your love? The more time goes by, the least I have an answer.
The effects that subtly, unwittingly, you cause to me.
And sometimes I just want to board that other plane, knock at your door, see for a fact you are happy, and pray somehow I forget you.
However, I know: seeing you will be just another memory to join those that keep flashing through my eyes, brain and soul. On top of those delightful ones my heart just decides to make up, crushing my chest at each time I think of them.
Lord, how do I miss you...
It's been a while.
(Even if just a projection, it's still brigther than a thousands suns, and I miss it. A lot.)
And give me a moment
Your moves are so raw
I've got to let you know
I've got to let you know
You're one of my kind
I need you tonight
'Cause I'm not sleeping
I have mine. And I must not have expectations. I am stuck thinking about you everyday, every hour, every minute. Stuck thinking, and doing nothing about that need to hold you.
Either way, even if I think and want, for sure you don't think and want. It's your life now. You offerred it to me, and I did not take it.
Not even a sign. My loss.