Poema novo na área!
Where we are
The coldest side of the empty bed
Lies beneath the memories we had
And all this time just being apart
Turned such memories into state-of-the-art
And all the weapons laid down by pride
Become oblong as I take the ride
Towards the time I learned I could shiver
The day your smile made me a believer
While the clock ticks my night away
I plan my revenge for someday:
I’ll give the fountain one more dime
And I shall speed down the time
‘Cause I can tell by the way our eyes meet
That cannot be a hotter heat
It’s just like a volcano at midnight
Spreading fire, flames and light
Now I wonder if you wonder what we are
My heart roars that we could’ve gone so far
But the backburner owns the best words I say
It’s a matter of time for them to burn away
A recomendação musical para acompanhar é “Maps”, do Maroon 5.