MarkkoCarnaghi
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It doesn't hurt me
that you've accomplished to smile again
What fills me with plain is
that you don't do it by my side any longer
Sometimes I ask myself
Why does it hurt me this much
If it was just a brief glimpse into heaven
And the path always shows the same footsteps
It's because it was so truthly intense
You were my proud
The fire in my soul
Crystal lake beneath my feets is fragmented
Under the frozen surface rest peacefully
Our flower which bloomed already withered
Sometimes I ask myself
Which is the delight in tearing this veins
If, then, I'm ashamed of my scars's message
But, still, the hope remains
that this blood, which stains my slumbers,
will drain with it the pain grieving my heart
Before it takes my life with it
I observe, from the other side of the window
where time doesn't flow
And the dark neverending winter reigns
How you're burieding me on a drawer
Rapidly, you left me into oblivion
Even though, like a bird you flew
I wouldn't forget how your kisses used to taste
How nights were not supposed to be weeped
It doesn't hurt me
to turn the page
What fills me with pain is
the Watermark you have sealed in all of them
A perfume that cracks me from within
While I kiss the shadows in silent depths
that you've accomplished to smile again
What fills me with plain is
that you don't do it by my side any longer
Sometimes I ask myself
Why does it hurt me this much
If it was just a brief glimpse into heaven
And the path always shows the same footsteps
It's because it was so truthly intense
You were my proud
The fire in my soul
Crystal lake beneath my feets is fragmented
Under the frozen surface rest peacefully
Our flower which bloomed already withered
Sometimes I ask myself
Which is the delight in tearing this veins
If, then, I'm ashamed of my scars's message
But, still, the hope remains
that this blood, which stains my slumbers,
will drain with it the pain grieving my heart
Before it takes my life with it
I observe, from the other side of the window
where time doesn't flow
And the dark neverending winter reigns
How you're burieding me on a drawer
Rapidly, you left me into oblivion
Even though, like a bird you flew
I wouldn't forget how your kisses used to taste
How nights were not supposed to be weeped
It doesn't hurt me
to turn the page
What fills me with pain is
the Watermark you have sealed in all of them
A perfume that cracks me from within
While I kiss the shadows in silent depths