2021.04.27.
Worries
I have worries of traveling, of the failure's bitter momentYou left and my heart got a wound of your lament
The load of your departure is a biting wound, a debris
I like this wound so much, as it's your memories
When the heart of moments was still and downed
My storm stricken boat was tiredly aground
When even the chance of having a friend, with a shadow wasn't huge
I fell broken and a hand wasn't my refuge
The pigeon of your look, took my heart under its wing
The lump in my throat broke and started again its crying
When the mirrors get heartbroken of my weep
To my night, seemed strange the sky's cold peep
Your decent hand takes me by any star in the way
And again the wind takes my autumn sadness away
You packed for a travel and I [have to] love the sorrow of you
In these loneliness days I'm tired of myself without you
Although the separation and madness are in my fate always
Take the worries away from me that this world stays
Although the separation and madness are in my fate always
Take the worries away from me that the world stays
I have worries of traveling, of the failure's bitter moment
You left and my heart got a wound of your lament