The nights are not always pleasant for broken souls, tranquility and peace accompany me when my heart only beats and not to feel, my head is spinning between questions and answers that did not arrive and my feelings refuse to be reborn.
Inside my soul cries, a story half written and a life half live, I needed to give you my whole being.
Missing a person goes beyond physical contact, it goes beyond closing one's eyes and imagining that smile that is no longer there, that captivating smell that left and did not return, the unexpected visit, the improvised moments and the feelings that were saved.
When night comes, I'm surrounded by a cold that does not heat my body.
The grief of a bitter loneliness falls on me.
They caress me tears that come from my heart disconsolate.
Overwhelming feeling that does not let me sleep.
Heartbreaking the silence of your absence.
Agonizing the longing for your kisses.
Lacerations on my skin for lack of rose with your hands.
Asphyxiating this need of you.
Intoxicated I have my life for not having you.
