Travel.

This is love.
A story without words.
You are my silent fairytale.
I need you every night so I can sleep.
A story that I’ll never stop to narrate.
And like a myth it will be heard around the world.

Realism.

When a wish is not enough to solve your problem,
How will you react?
When your hope is one with the floor,
How will you stand up again?
When you choke while you say my name,
How will you yell to me?
When your best wasn’t enough,
How will you get a second chance?
When mornings are better without you,
How will you sleep again by my side?
You should stop thinking that you were the one.

Liar liar.

You think you can cheat yourself.
Telling lies is your favorite game.
You’ve crossed the line between reality and imagination.
Now you can’t remember what’s real and what’s not.
You feel happy while you have succeeded nothing.
In your empty world, you put on a semblance of cheerfulness.

Delusion.

You read these papers all night long.
You read about sadness.
You read about betrayal.
You read about guilty conscience.
Don’t you think it’s time to close your diary?

Still in the same class.

You try to teach me not to love you.
You use all your methods.
Maybe I am the worst student you’ve ever met.
Your hate love school is not for me.
I’ve never read any of your lessons.
I’ll never understand why.
Tomorrow I’ll still love you.
Maybe I’ll never pass your class.