WHEN LOVE CLOSES THE DOOR
The last smoked cigarette on the ground remained
while still silently observing everything around me
people who walk happily with someone
while only I am looking for hope and a source of happiness
I never considered myself a hero
because I could never become one
just a trace in time I became immortal
where I am still looking for my hidden happiness
Memories still come flooding back
my heart cannot accept more people
which often hurt me just because I'm different
just because I'm special from others around me
Maybe one day my luck is destined
but until that happiness I have to go bravely
I walk some streets of darkness and evil
to find myself in something that I can and feel
When love opens its doors
nothing can be the same anymore because
love is the strongest weapon against everything
and the fight for what has never been described...
Fondato da: Francesca Gallello
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