It would have been beautiful,
If we painted together a canvas of devotion and admiration.
Had our affair not been a record of desolation,
a hollow of painful voices,
a symphony of sighs,
an agony in waiting for never coming attention,
deep echoes of a mournful and barren song.
You were my promise and I was your secret,
and that alone guaranteed the beginning of our end.
I searched for another to make me whole,
I screamed for another to fill my soul.
But my ears only heard your voice,
and my voice only called your name.
You were burning and my little heart thought it was love.
After all, it heard them say," Love is fire."
I was greedy so I dipped my hand into you
But then you burnt me up.
Not with love, but to ashes.
And you scattered my ashes on the streets
like I was a nobody.
Loving you, was my crime.
But my stupid heart is willing to keep being a criminal if it means it's you.
So be you fire or ice,
I'll greedily dip my hands into you.
Cos even as idiotic ashes scattered on the streets,
my heart still sings a song for you;
"I love you! I love you!!"
Oh! Il mio cuore stupida.


© eberehh