As the old pictures waiting to be hanged,
As the cloth of last night's dinner,
Always waiting more of me,
But my heartfelt words have offered just enough.
What was never said will dissolve in tea,
as the cheater who says "never again"
I'm feeling trapped in this prison of love.
But on the road of oblivious will I belong if
I ever renounce this statement of love.
I would face the devil, without doubt,
if that is what it took to see your face when I speak.
You're simply everything I want
but I lose you completely between my silences.
My eyes are two black crosses that have never spoken,
My heart full of cruel distress and I,
a misunderstood ragdoll.
Every silence is a cloud that flies away behind me,
with a nonstop mourn. I wanna tell you what I feel for you
without a fear. And may the moon be my guest when I say
that I love you with the same passion in which
January witnessed our love.
I am not afraid of the eternal fire
nor to it's bitter stories of love but
silence is such a cold feeling. And my
winters are already so long.
Your return seems far, still
laying in between the verses of a cheap tango song
and undebatable this sincere heart that belongs to you,
can die intact as the soul of a ragdoll.
*Inspired by Oreja De Vang Gogh
Muñeca De Trapo*
