Beyond my pride silences my vanity, sublime guilt that moves away from my soul, heart of ink that writes my story of who I love, but the sand of insecurity covers my thought in a lie like the wind that does not know see, but it feels on my skin that I live.
Crystal tears that turns dust from a cold look with a damp from so much forgiveness, punishment of resentment without thinking if this is love, bitter feather that falls from my wings to free from loving you, turning ashes of yesterday, the day long where he implored my forgiveness with the chain of time that traps my soul.
Love hurts looking for guilt in a tunnel of darkness away from the light of my reality, my beloved's heart that breaks like a cup of coffee that I would claim every morning, my pride was my enemy what today becomes a fable of my life, since abandoning my hope with my contracted soul, where the night defeats me with its sword, remaining on my knees.