Marc Puig - To Start Anew

I pass my time looking at the sky imagining coloured clouds Now I write with no words without a reason, without goals Think that love is a season of shelter and cold between me and you, between us two If your heaven is my hell now it’s time to bid a farewell When you silently cry out When your world is falling down Think that grief is a mirage of the selfishness in the heart in your heart, in our heart I pass my time looking at the sky imagining coloured clouds I fall in love with the moment, so I desire you, I’m sorry, I’m not in control The only thing I long to need An innocent look with complicity To fill my emptiness To feel I’m alive To start anew