In the age of nineteen...

Beneath you and and me a screaming silence sprint her wings upon the deathly happiness you thing we have. So close but so far, no matter what  I wont be hurt you… hash now and lay on my wet chess smile ‘cause inside of me I will be crying, weeping for my lost wishes, covered by tears shines in my eyes, oh you love it so much and I hate every time you said it… the clouds are running so fast and time stay still… there are no seasons no more no years no expressions just a little girl  lonely, afraid , betrayed  hiding somewhere inside of a woman so tiered and she’s only nineteen … looking for her lost poet , a poet with  a long blond hair and deep blue eyes promised so much…but he lied again this poet through the ages lie again… but in while of a kiss he was there centuries ago but  so close as a blink of an eye , and there his eyes  weren’t lie. He stubbed her just with his existence and the moments past and the lover keep going but there the little girl inside of the woman dies... her dreams die, her wishes die… she should stay there kissing the only one who loved her and the only one who cares… and then the poet as much this hurts her fade away as the north winds took him for an other tale… and his memory just stay as a wound never could hilled in the heart of the lonely dieing little girl…with this fairytale my tears lullabies you hope your dreams someday find the little girl and resurrected her… goodnight my lover…