4:44
I'm supposed
to be turning
every educational words
into printed materials,
but I just can't
blame myself
for deciding
to change
the subject
of my compositions
at dawn
when the darkness
will sooner be
replaced by bright
lights and new promises.
My pen
is calling your name
and it's craving
for the existence
of your soul,
for your version
at morning
and night.
And I just
can't get enough
of everything
about you
like you're
a star that
destiny had let me hold
for
a short period
of time
and time
and time again.
And I just
can't get enough
of you.
And I'll
confessed now
to this universe
that this
lifetime
would be unfair
if all I could
do is to preview
the little ideas
of you
and nothing more
and just nothing.
And I just
can't get enough
of the universe
and its galaxies
and the idea
of your existence
and the matters
that makes
the most of you.
And I just
can't get enough,
my soul is
getting sad
every passing day,
thinking that
one day
all the constellations
that we've
made will burst
into bitterness
and hatred.
And I just
can't get enough.
Allow this
lifetime
to tell you
I'm in love
and I'll never
get enough
with the idea
of you.
