Between two loves

I have two loves that lead me to drift, feel that one protects me and the other is my guide. One is my safety, but with the other I feel alive.

I'm between two loves like a leaf in the wind, one is the one I have at home and the other is the way I feel. One is so cute and the other is so fierce.

Between the two I feel I'm going crazy, I have one normal and one love is like an addiction that I can not leave. I have a love that would be because it's all a dream, but the other leads me by the moon.

I feel if I live one on the other die. I'm confused I do not know what I want. A secure love, a love bohemian, which I have always or my sweet adventurous. Who should I keep this love my love sensible or thirsty.

Between two loves I am, if living among landscapes or do a thousand follies. For one sleep and dream the other one is my worship and the other is my own.

I've lost my mind led me to madness, because as with the wind all changes from one moment to another, today one takes me to the sky and then returns me to hell and makes me dance for the sound of all your needs, that's why I try to stay away from him and that is why I come back.

In My Solitude

When you wake up like every day I feel the void of your absence, are away all those times we shared, and the tears are a comfort. I embrace the solitude that is now a faithful companion and I ask myself if at any time until she leave me.

The memory consumes me, brings me to the labyrinth of images and words that are part of that life you had together and tormenting my present.

I can not deceive me more, though I try to repeat in my mind over and over again that it will not be real, not achievement. I've been in that melancholy soul that has become too heavy a burden that goes plunging into endless sadness.

I made ​​my usual sadness and my life has lost its meaning, as I can live like this. As dying my heart, I feel so far and every time you fade more, scream in silence I need help. What if I like anything and it will make sense. As much as press hard my eyes and hope that when you open it all been a bad dream, that never happens. My nightmare is still present and do not want to go because the food every day with my pain.

I do not want to lose you, if I have not already lost, just imagine that one day you will return, you miss me and want to come back to me, but that is not true is the biggest lie I can I create. You're gone and will not come back and let me no longer matters, while I'm still here, immersed in fictional stories and slowly dying in this lonely without you.