Dead I will appear under the flowers that you will bring. Without second thoughts, tight lips and empty eyes.
Impossible to forget, the heart cries with blood and anger.
Let me be so, tired and without strength. Waiting for the pink flamingo of life to let me walk again, taking me into the air and into the sun. My heart beating again, without you.
In my hands I hide the key, you won't know anything about me anymore. What I think, what I dream of, the songs I love, the things that make me laugh and those that make me cry. Like a treasure inside, which I will forcefully close waiting for the moment it explodes again.
When, without me noticing, I will see the key of my heart turn and I will desperately love those hands, as I once loved yours.
