I can describe love
the same way I describe madness.
It's like the feeling
of not quite knowing
if you swallowed the sun
or the sun swallowed you.
the same way I describe madness.
It's like the feeling
of not quite knowing
if you swallowed the sun
or the sun swallowed you.
but love is distant, you know
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Like a butterfuly, you fly way
I tried to see it, but it's hidden
Like my horrors, unbidden
Then I call it, with her name
Hey my love, where are you?
Why you are always like my shadow?
Why you are always close to me, but yet so far?
She replied, with the voice of liberty
I was always in your heart, in your eyes
Not in the facade you feel as life, people
I am inside you, forming spirits of the sun
I am beneath you, like the waves of the sea
I am around you, holding you like a father