I - Everything - You
The wind blows the pages on my hand
As forbidding me to write you,
As forbidding me tell you what I want to say to your eyes.
Because yes, writing you is the only way I have to be with you,
The only one in which my pain is safe ...
and where only I can judge me.
I desire you in an indescribable way,
The sad fact is that is not only your body ...
Yes ... it’s really sad.
I’m at the stage in which I daydream of you
and envy your shadow for walking by your side.
At the stage in which I lose control pathetically.
I wonder if you think of me,
If you get lost in our memories that never were,
If you lose control, or
just if you daydream of me.
