Traces

Baby, the footprints of your love are everywhere

on the wardrobe shining in gold

the teddy bear incapable of getting old

Your presence in our common living means the most it's not just a facebook post

it's not I-love-you said it's I love you done while you're getting mad who am I? A stupid bum?

I am not your brother but the understanding to each other

we need to find.

Glass again

There's the glass again two tables and burning hunger

Pulling my feelings hiding my anger

of course I make them empty, the surfaces of truth.

As a terrified man I collect bits of fears to get myself in the challenge to beat them up and stir them in my mind

Blind

I am just in love I do crazy things but stand against everything that can hurt you