I have lost the illusion of us,
Ever learning from eachother,
I have lost the face of you,
In my memory.
And I have ignored the others for oh so long,
My independence waved the last,
Last greeting before death.
Stuck in front of you,
Opening your mind to me,
Leaving feelings out,
I understad you better now.
Listening to music,
Heat turns to cold.
And ever I have enjoyed you,
It cannot last till undefined.
The insecurity stayes forever,
And love will never get,
the opposite of finality.
Martha Chiara 