I claw out my skin, hoping they would scratch my eyes
Crying golden tears, they scald my hands and melt my flesh.
Lost with saudade, I don’t go home still,
for it’s only a figment, like the tip of a cigarette.
If it weren’t for that fateful kiss,
I could have escaped the abyss.
A true heart made of gold;
Devoid of emotion, under my fingers turning cold.
If I can’t see again, it would be better.
Rather than have a filtered fantasy,
I would hear the truth from you,
and feel your intent.
When the leaves turned golden,
Everything led up to this event.
The gods have failed what they promised to protect:
A blossoming love, now doomed with neglect.
Written in collaboration with Elda
Her verses
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