another love story...

This feeling is not a virtue, nevertheless a weakness.

A soul in pain, tormented and overcome by so much sadness.

A withered heart drowned by so much drought.

A real Cornelian dilemma, my perfect imbalance. Decide between my loneliness and your more or less fictitious solicitude.

A waking dream that escapes from reality, caress of a breeze that I confuse once again with your sensuality. Indeed a sad false truth.

This feeling is not permanent, nevertheless an obstacle to fleeting happiness.

The first card doesn't count, there's always a broken heart.

Like what, you have to suffer before reaching the climax.

There is no medicine, no climax.

A lonely life, my nights can only be a lie.

Such suicidal thoughts, take me away from these sunny black days,

I beg you, Lord, listen to my prayers.

Love is not a good companion if it leaves a taste as bitter as indifference.

Head in the stars, one foot on Mars, I follow your steps which are gradually fading, sweeping away my lonely distress through despair, tears already feel I can see their traces.

With my head in the stars, I dream of taking you to the moon, I no longer want these hours of sadness and these false laughs made up, I dream of being tamed.

With my head in the stars, I dream of love, I want to accompany for a day, I want the impossible.

There is no room for despair, if I keep hoping then why do I still want to give up. Why do I insist on forgetting your smile and the little of our memories.