Mumbling

I’m in a bad mood, yessir!
So bad I could kick myself just to move my hands and to feel the pain inside out.
That’s not right and not having the right to feel this way make me feel worst.
The sky is blue, birds are really singing outside my open window and I don’t feel the happiness. Must be that hungry thing in my heart that never eats enough.

Begging for a piece of you

So if I’m scared will you hold me tight?
Because, my love, I’m terrified from my inner core.
Can you promise we’ll never dye?
Please, don’t throw your life working ’till night. Is it worth your days, your young possibilities eaten and gone?
I hope we’ll have the time, but I’ll cry in heaven all this young passionate love you’re letting starve to death .