In my words
you found a dream
In our event
never again
I was what I seem
for it is I
who makes my miracles
and do not consider it odd
if of my life
I am the god
My strong thirst for passion
devoured
of my needs the stream
and never again I
appeared to you
as you saw me
so erased
by my thirst
-You see-
The most beautiful things
we do
we never tell
to anyone
Yet
you stroke all the cords
What I could have been
you only found
in my words
I do not know why
I never told you
-dear hon-
you were
one of the best things
I have ever done
And yet
now it seems
only in my words
you found your dreams
I will never know
why
Perhaps
I should not cry
