And only champagne could quench my thirst
After all the sorrows I drank
Murmured a few agonies if u remember
But why would you?
Your gypsum amnesia
Drove all my insanity in pleasure
My purity
My lightning burnt my own soul
Bt u wouldn't bother
Why would you?
Really , I was only Petra
Ur Madrid loneliness was my prison
And mine, a jingle
To your eyes , to your soul.,
Only if you could love me back
U would know what a matchstick does
Light , fire , flame , shadow , death
Metaphors on the torchlight
Burning in the chime
If only you loved me,
I always did
With all my pearls and rubies
From the merchants signature
I stole my revival
My callous garden
My septic primadona
You never realised
Neither you cared
My soul was a thunder
And your eyes, susceptible to glory
Lit the igneous magma
How could you , my love ?
I was all yours, but you couldn't be mine
Sadly , I lived a dream
A nightmare, rather
Of your solitaire juvenility
Ever achievable
Hard to foresee
I deserve death
Fr it's a peaceful autumn
With leaves of my monsoon
Drenched in your blood
And my horizon
Set out before midnight , in my own prison.
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