Lonely howls to the moon

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My feet are tired of following your trail among shadows,
I've screamed your name until my voice is fade,
loneliness withered in me all the mettle and strength,
just remains me to look at the sky to remember your face.
I wonder if the wind will lead the tears that call you every night
and will let the rain of my eyes rubs your skin.

A whisper of your lips is the only thing that can heal me.

I still scream your name on the full moon
and my heart looks for your trace in the night.
I am clinging to the scent of your skin in my empty bed,
the anxiety became in agony by the need to feel you.
I tremble like a child overwhelmed by remembering your warm,
I wish to wake up from this nightmare and find you asleep by my side.

Without you I'm an empty being, my eternity is getting darker.

Three tears for each broken heart,
three claps for those who recovered their love,
one song for the poets who died alone,
one smile for the nuptials that did not succumb to its splendour,
one toast of wine for the clowns that disguise their pain
to make all the laughs live again.

Be my moon in this darkness, give me love in this darkness.

I never felt loneliness before I met you,
but your love made me feel complete you being so unique,
so beautiful and tender.
I felt that we would be together until the end of the days,
but I get confused waking up in this empty illusion.

If I am alone in this feeling,
I do not want to wake up.
My inner poetry dies without having you.