Dying thing
Inside your eyes, lives a world,
Who wish to have it all...
All the joy, that you can hope,
With the god things, that you have done.
When im looking at you, someone,
Want to say, you are beautiful indeed, you are saint.
So fine, and not diserve for me,
I am a mizerabile, dont need me.
So, you make a step, and i wish to ask you,
If it is a hope to me... but, i can not stand in front...
This a reason, for backdown, for real,
Like a quene... you need a king.
Maybe, all this, mercy that i ask,
Make me wekly, so i am dying...
Silent, thinks, i understand,
Make a move... make me regret.
To the sky, i never looked, but i did,
Research for understand my love for you...
It to late, to hold to me,
So i am dying on this scene.
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