I'm a sin,
what you see, you have seen...

It never started with pokes,
joy had formed...

A dove flies,
as the wind low lies...

Heart broken by your silence
I see the emptiness in your eyes...

By now death won't face the mirrors.
Afraid of erasing or breaking them...

Not even the clouds showed it,
like the sun rising in the morning and as it...

Here I am,
lazily worrying about my night...

Two hundreds feet,
my heart falls...

Like the canvas in my eyes,
our love is ours to paint...

She is my inner voice
my utmost warmth...

I find myself in a situation,
situation I cant distinguish...

Solution to the hearts,
that think they deserve more than they have...