The deep in me my soul cries.;
Cry verses of the joy, love.
Printing with strong colors of the pain.;
For the one who draws me in, and delights.
White in my dreams she’s born.
To hug me with impatient and kindness.;
Surrealist invention that some minutes last.
Candid rose that when are springs up wilted.
My eyes in you are,
Showing pain, asking forgiveness.
I sing low and the tears rolling.;
Guide agony, wanting to cry.
I wants help you, giving who the have.
I’ll kill or will die off, it doesn’t matter the sacrifice.
For she feel happy, everything will change.;
But still wake up unhappy, only on cold night.
Leonardo V.
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