I cried
so loud to disturb the world
but it is only deep inside me
the turmoils boils
when the writhe has torn my heart
in the shadow of my smile
the imperfections of my laughter
there the pangs of yesterdays
have printed the scars
of the indelible affection.
would it be better
when you have gone
from the place we met
when the night brought our destiny
in a place in some seconds
to see you face
but if the world is so cruel
i'd rather endure it than to think
and realize
that once i met a person
who will be forever a fantasy
an elusive dream that my heart
knows not to be tired to carry.
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