It's hard to believe that our hearts end up to be broken
by the only feeling that shouldn't do it: Love.
The constant dying lies, spoil the beauty of all
the soul in an endless cry, beg you to not go there
the soul know what is right and wrong
but...we hear her, only when it is too late
sometimes we don't or don't want, to hear her at all.
What we feel and see are the red of our wounds
whose never stop bleeding.
So we die in burning pain,
and how bright those flames are!
Do we want to burn again to ashes?
I don't.
Because reborn from them, start to be
every time harder for me.
Why? Why you won't try
for one last time
to put your walls down?
Everything will be all right with me.
Let me just come closer
let's fall in each other arms
crying out loud how much we missed each others.
I want you to believe me, why don't you want to believe me?
Don't let us grow any colder, further away
Life is too short.
Let me come close to your heart
before everything is lost again in an endless sorrow.
© Diana Mistera September 2020
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