domingo, 22 de abril de 2018

you're my favorite daydream I'm your famous nightmare



Everything I see looks like gold 
Everything I touch goes cold

throwback to a time very very far away from the present one
when you were more than ashes
scattered in places
i don't even know where
(that's what hurts the most)
a time when you were more than ashes
you still are but

your Elvis song in my ear
that moonlit voice that I hear
tenho saudades da tua gargalhada

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