Without Wishes
I feel a storm´s kiss
N´ the quietness shows up n´ tell
me:
“Good insomnia”
Dream with all they stole from you
It was the unlit cigarette
Hushed waiting for me on the floor
It was love n´ hate
Asking for the pleasure of being
felt
Of making sense
Insi[ght]de my lack of wishes
There are thousands of things I
don´t want to be
A king without a crown
Numb in my own illusion
There are thousands of things in my
heart
Plus, you…
While I´m begging for the skies
The hell is waiting for me
With open arms
Telling me:
“Long time I don´t see you”
I ran out of time of finding
The keys n´ thrown it away
Without opening the doors
Without wishes to pass
Without wishes to feel
Without wishes
It was a kiss between storm n´
quietness
Loving against me
It was a shout that
looked so much with the silence
Such a paradox.
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