She* Lets* Herself* Go

The days pass by and all of the silence I stole
I leave buried
The white paper and ink bear witness,
The days
add +
add +
add +
and subtract -
again
as long as I find it
I - loose - myself

If fate doesn't let- me -rest
Because it doesn't know me
I'm confused by that mind
they tend to harm


Turbulent sex .....loses me
The sound of sound .....loses me
The sound of you coming!
The sound of me going!
The sound of your cadence!
The sound of how you
............................are,

When the hours - become
confused to the rhythm
marked by money
I come apart- from- my -soul
and just wait...
But when I wait....
I am
Desperate!!!
and travel
in entanglement....
giving me something to talk about


In conclusion:
loving you....
Isn't the same as having you
having you...isn't loving you
and losing myself
is my luck!

That I live in the present
And the present is suddenly
Composed by you know what

From
Life
Until
Death

What else is sold if its her body
*She gets carried away
What more untruths besides contempt
*She gets carried away
What more gifts besides an
"I love you"
more eternal than
"Silencio"
more sincere
than the act
of
getting
carried....away



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Gracias Antonio Orozco