Dreams´ Cemetery
How many poets are hidden
In this badly done
rhymes´ sea
How many actors are
hidden
On the option of
playing other characters
How many songs got lost
In the wish to fall
asleep
N´ forget
The words surrounding
them
How many cigarettes do
I have to smoke
To avoid that love
kills me
It´s noon, so what?
I already had my lunch
That was all I got to
do yesterday
It´s midnight, so what?
I can´t fall asleep
Then I stand stood here
On the dreams´ Cemetery
Few words had promised
That I will say "I
love you"
Few people are able to
forget their losses
Little times we´ve felt
The sweet flavor of
victory
A casualness bothering
The imperfect being
that I am
N´ Every day I lay down
praying
To forget what I didn´t
have done
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