WAKE
This night is a mess
I don´t found you on my chest,
just silencie, more is less.
Is time
I need pass this test.
Now I'm spinning
in my bed, just dreaming
but is true this feeling:
about you, I meaning
my flesh is breathing
and your blood needed.
I see like broke my sky
even if it is solded
with tears holded,
more than you
would have expected,
more than I
would have wanted.
The night is a mess
your name no more my stress,
but you do not forget
this is my beat
bombing on my chest
whit this words
that you read at least.
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