🌹🤍Here,
in what was my home,
here in this little room.
After many years I came back here,
in my bed, hugging that pillow
who saw me weak all those nights.
Here,
where the child became a woman, strong in front of everyone and fragile in the dark,
only he was able to hold back my tears ...
Here where dreams, hopes and illusions
they saw me becoming "great".
I never imagined going back
one day, feel that joy and pain again
yet I'm here today.
The woman is still hugging the pillow
but she has no more dreams,
the hopes were
abandoned at the edge of the road
and her illusions have made her heart hard.
The girl who believed in forever died,
she saw death through her hands
of those who swore love to her,
she felt her heart break
in the face of lies disguised as promises
and her Soul already too trampled on
from life
she bent over
to eyes that she loved too much
but they gave nothing.
You know,
I feel the perfume of that little girl,
I see her here tonight, next to me,
with her music shot in her ears, I see her as she shuts the world out and she dreams ... she dreams ...
She has a path to create in front of her
and I envy her because she believes in love.
I see her and I just wish she were even stronger than she already is.
She has no regrets about the woman she is now
one great pain
having believed that everything was forever
and now she instead she knows that nothing lasts,
not even life
and however much you want to believe in dreams
they never come true
they just make you less alone on those nights
where looking at the moon
the only question you ask is:
"But what if God exists where he hides my happiness?"🤍💖💗💞💘💓💕💝
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