SKETCH

How many times do I have to keep falling because of you? [Feelings of everlasting...] I keep drawing sketches of my life in black and green... remember? I see you in visions of green. I see pictures that conceal a past which never happened; visions of heaven and hell conjoined in a masterpiece created out of illusions and human sacrifice.

A sketch that I create blindfolded. Do you remember? My god, do you even remember? "If given the chance, id walk all the way to Romania just to be with you". How many years have pasted since then? How many promises have been broken? It doesn't matter, you're here now, finally.

Then again, I see children crying. I see us... the love of a perfect lie, the fakest of my dreams, the greatest of my nightmares.

And yet, I don't feel a thing. Precious love and perfect man, you make me see my life in sketches. May I remind you, I love you ? How long its been since I last told you that? Ah yes, last night.. before you finished. And you? Ah, yes, last night.. after you finished.

And as I look at you sleeping, I cant help wondering.. what the fuck are you doing in my bed in middle-night ? [Ah, this wicked love game. ]

Im drawing a sketch of you and me.. when we were kids
We used to hide and kiss and pretend that it all fits
You used to tell me you loved me and then blush
But then pretend its just a crush.
It made me mad.. do you remember?
But it would go away, cause your kisses were so sweet and tender.



You bitter-sweet joy.. meu dios, estou apaixonada por um pecador.. How can I ever let you leave my bed when you've always been here? You perfect sin, this wicked game.. you make me see my life in sketches. Keep the fantasy within you and relive our madness. Our love can never be this sweet, and we can never be so real.