LYRIC FOR SALE

By IVONNE

Rain pouring slamming on the window,
Morning cold air replaces any last heat of my bed
The mirror is witnessing the nightmares from my head
Cold coffee guarded by
Eyes veiled the last nights awake.
Memories do not give up hunting the heart
Facing a sunrise fighting with the night.

Mornings without sunlight
Freeze the first heart beats
The sky start to be taken by the sun
But the darkness does not stop to conquer my soul.

Feet are heavier ar 7 am
Body weights more than a mountain of rocks.
Ears crowded by the news.
Empty bags,
Old clothes and untied shoes,
Waiting to be forgotten in the trunk.
Empty bench and closed books,
full of untold tales from the rocky chair.

Wander the long empty halls,
Scrambling through silent rooms,
With walls whispering the trapped words
To the ears of a lonely ghost,
Revealed by the screaming which open the locked doors.

Mornings without sunlight
Freeze the first heart beats
The sky start to be taken by the sun
But the darkness does not stop to conquer my soul.

Mornings without sunlight
Freeze the first heart beats
The sky start to be taken by the sun
But the darkness does not stop to conquer my soul.

Breath deeply to keep catching the last sweet essence.
Be silent to hear the laugh which try to fade.
Keep still to hold on the curious eyes.
I let my sorrow to cry into this blue rain.