I want… do you?

This still remember who I been.
But since I’m been burying my self
in this graveyard of my soul.
The ear of you voice is calling
my deepest and forgotten feelings.
My arms are getting slide
and my eyes can not breathe.

My lips are crying and my heart said not,
like my hands dry for don’t touch nothing.

Then you open the door of my desert
and my only hope die in your intentions.
You don’t see it? You are killing me.
Thoughts cannot swing in the pool of my mine.

And I want, I really want…

I want see the moon arise
in the middle of this twilight,
I want to share this fiction,
who keep me away from everything.
The struggle air is taking and giving my life,
inventing the face of my face.

Then I realize you are not here,
is my skin screaming, can you hear it?
My stomach is smashing the little’s butterfly’s
coming from the imagination.
A flood as a river of sand,
introduce the melancholy.
My nose cannot inhaled
but then again those words,
those feelings, those actions the you put on me.

My flesh is burning
but my heart cannot be warm.
Is the end of the end.

And yes I want, really I want…
but I don’t see this coming.
I forget the miles, this wall,
this space between us.

But I still want like you.