Sick With Sore Tongue

dead knock on my heart. The dim room light sentences numbs the longest night of my life. The quiet listening behind the curtain. Asleep sobbing that accelerate my desire to awaken.
The warm skin of a lover rubbed her cheek against death. The shade of a tree shelter where the hope of a new day. Years nonsense, days without respite, where roadblocks continue traveling the trail of a lost soul into oblivion. Castilian
old to love. Bad times for romantic evenings in the flowery garden of my heart. I drag my eyes to the horizon and I pray to silence my sorrows in this warm August afternoon.

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Do you hear that? The world's saddest song on the moon ... dumb
eyelids close to catch the last tears of pain on awakening. Sweet love notes to the moon. My heart beats silvery puddles and accompanies loneliness. My hands cradle
white piano keys, and soft feathers injured bird. The smell of the night is a mix of my notes. How to describe such pain? Only the moon discover my soul, my beloved white only decorates my skin look and is reflected in the piano.
cry while I play, I cry when I look up to her and I dedicate the world's saddest song, the hard truth and conviction sweeter. Here I am every night, in the shade of a silver sun, the warm purity of a summer dream. Bleak, depressed and desperate. Only hope to captivate my lover never to feel the loss, the cause of all madness, the evil of love, evil heart shattered.
See that? It seems that the moon is approaching, lights my keys to dance with me. I can not even turn around, do not want to scare the hope of something so beautiful, whisper "I love you" the wind, perhaps the night I devuleva his eyes, perhaps the moon is in love.