quinta-feira, 5 de junho de 2014

Bubbles

I fill myself with love,
a love that I give to you
in portions.
Little by little
each day,
in masked ways.
In a word or a care
my heart involves
all this feelings,
all this love.
But in the end of the day,
I’m still full of love
to give.
Little by little ends up
not being enough.
And now and then
I ache ‘cause you’re
not here,
or I’m not there,
and we’re not close,
physically speaking.
The day ends and
I feel like I’m in a bubble
and you’re outside of it,
but I cannot reach you.

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