Painful Love / Cries of loneliness
Even surrounded by life
Loneliness gropes at my throat
I can't breathe because of the heavy emotion that seats very audibly
at the pit of my chest
I'm barely hanging on for my own life
The syndrome that causes a manufacture of sad thoughts
Unhapiness dancing at the tip of my throat,
Manifesting itself in the depths of my opticals
Leaving evidence flowing carelessly on the rough surface of my cheeks.
What is this? This desire for the one I love?
Who put it there in the core of my being
Who grafted it into the life of my skin,
