It is worse every hour
They fall without delay
The drops of your rain,
My sky darkens,
And my ink spills
About your tears.
Everything starts in you and ends in me,
Or at least of that I would like to write,
I blame you for your pain,
Even if I am not responsible,
I feel bad if you are.
Love dies if I'm not
In each sigh of passion,
If you are not nowhere
It floods the pipes of my old heart.
Cold and oblivion arrive
To shelter this damn feeling
That bites with much hunger
To our relationship leaving her injured,
With blood exposed to the wind.
You are my half and if you go
I become an empty being,
Everything I gave you a long time ago,
There is no time to burn
The promises that I made to you my love.