#69

Your face is like a melody,

I know I am in trouble

everytime I hear it.

Because your presence feels like home, but it's not. 

It's alright,

I get high to part my mind, 

To clear myself

of all the rules I'm breaking

when I think of you. 

And it's alright

if we don't dance this ballad. 

You've got another path to follow, 

and so do I. 

But I breathe in silence

and think about how difficult will life be from now on, 

only because I have heard you. 

I'm blue, broken inside. 

I want to mend my heart, 

but I can't. 

Because every time I see your face

I hear myself at home,

but I'm not.