house of cards.
we picked the pieces up
and began to assemble our house of cards.
we believed in the comfort of our fragile hearts
in everytime we fall, we seize each other's warmth.
the direction is in your head,
you have the map in this clueless quest.
with a thousand mile road ahead
i'm sure you're gonna find that missing link.
we picked up the pieces
and began to assemble our house of cards
but the wind of times kept blowing,
scarring our comfort into an epic facade.
i can't help but to think that this moment
will somehow remain a memory of us,
building a home out of cards; it's thrilling and fun
until you'll come around running, saying i'm not the one
i picked the pieces up
and began to assemble our house of cards
in the finest line of this craft
soon lies a past that my fragile heart will cast
i always disappoint
and i know i will be a burden.
you don't deserve a foundation this little,
that missing link is someone
in your own level
you have the direction in your head;
a plan i could never bear to lend.
though we can still continue what we left behind
but i guess that's in another life.
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Wild Cards
Poesía"Wild Cards" is a collection of poems and proses for all of the uncertainties we'll have to gamble through after taking the risk and giving chance to open ourselves to something new.
