NO SOUND BUT THE WIND
Could a kiss be the last kiss?
Could one goodbye be the last goodbye?
I afraid to lose my ground, lost in the selfishness I let myself crumble again.
So I say, darkness walks beside me, sometimes hidden more often present in every action, in every thought.
So you say love could heal it all.
But I don't really know what love is, a serie of misconceptions, a million excuses, a million empty words, a million goodbyes.
Damned life condemned to oblivious regards.
So simple, a mistake among many others.