Arlanthir

Medo... Medo do frio que invulgarmente sinto; Das sombras que na minha mente pinto; Das palavras friamente proferidas, aquelas que a razão torna arrependidas... Medo das lagrimas que o meu coração chora pela tua ausência que o tempo cruelmente ignora; Medo de perder o que não tenho; Medo de ser esquecida por um estranho; Pavor de encontrar na noite, o escuro quando é o seu embalo que procuro.. Pavor de deixar de sentir o teu aconchego invisivel.. Invisivel mas sentido, o que o torna inesquecível; Medo da minha imagem no espelho reflectida: Dores feridas, batalhas vencidas, uma mudança contida, um mundo que eu própria, amargamen

I want to wake up with you by my side. One day, just once. I wonder what it would feel like… Maybe different from the way it does in mind… I want to look next to me and see you there. One day, just once. I wonder how you would look like… Maybe different from the picture I have in mind… I want to wake up with the sound of your voice. One day, just once. I wonder how your voice sounds like… Maybe different from the one created in mind… I want to dream of you. One day, one time. I wonder about where you'll be when I dream… Maybe further away, always further away… How close will you really be? I want to…             … be able t

y o u fighting for what is right, or what I thought was.., right..? growing again in this life, or growing in a new one maybe? told you I was right anyway. think about it, only an optical illusion of your mind. fought against the truth I told you, onslaught that never came to be. river of thoughts and mind given to you by me. I am right and I have proved it. value the words I said, end this talk in vain. m e And now I don't care.