A heart that always hurt because of love.

I played the accompaniment is always a light-
as a buffer while the wound is not retained
although saturated and the boredom that I get …
I remained standing on a boat
follow the wind and determine the direction I should sail, ..
Anchored in your heart because it was impossible.
by ambition and ego,
You limit your opportunity space
I initially looking at the sides of the heart chamber.
on the bright side of the room I could feel these circumstances,
Low in peace …
and then on the sides of the room nights,
I see only the dark
and in the quiet night curtains more I feel
quiet an increasingly pressing …
recesses of the soul piercing,
and never was the name of
my heart and your heart.

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