I focused my gaze deep in your eyes,
I saw tears in your cheeks;
I felt the air coming out of your nostrils.
You are the girl I like — love is too deep to confess like it was nothing — so please don't mind the judgmental looks, you remain a beautiful girl.
I tried to plant that purple flower in my heart,
But the roots hurt me and poisoned my veins.
Now my spirit is watching me lying there,
Breathless,
Lifeless.
And now, dead, I see everything.
My sin was givin in to my will.
{{Gostaria que meu corpo/postura dissesse nada sobre mim.
Esta não foi a vida que eu escolhi.
Minhas vontades tentam me puxar, evitar que eu me arrependa
Eu realmente não quero isso.
Mas não há jeito.}}
-Arte tradicional, papel, lápis de cor e tinta branca.