~π¦
If I were to dare to look and say
It's because of his shadow, so soft
And attached to my name
Then far away in the rain
Of my memory
It's because of his face
Which burning in this verse
This puff of perfume
A reminder of his banished eyes
On this other side of the night π
Love is possible
Take me between it's sweet
Memories that die
Each day of your memory
May be am mad
Because,
I want it as a much as death,
I close my eyes and dream of madness
It's because forever with all the
Beloved ghosts π»
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