3am

I miss you everyday my love,

Like a flower that grew in the middle of the desert,

alone and powerless, me.

My hands are always cold,

missing yours, cold too.

A bed uncompleted, a warm body left 

every cell of me is now frozen.

I miss you everyday my love,

my soul is turning dark, 

dreams becoming dust, the heart is a ghost.

Little things unsaid,

twisted thoughts of a broken mind, 

lay now every moonlight where I rest my head.

Still cold, nowhere to be seen

this old dark machine.

Lições para tirar desta vida: permite-te amar e ser amado, dá o teu coração, mas não ao ponto de nunca mais to devolverem; confia, mas não sejas ingénuo; ouve os outros, mas nunca apagues a voz que tens dentro de ti.