Vittoria

Darkness haunted by memories.Choosen ones get Tourmentors without torturing .Just by loving you.Those lips my truth and my pain.Those truths in the looks you’re given till since my memories are truths that never where strucktered in words.Youre mine when you’re not mine that hurts.Over the city lights of Paris there been love on the roof.All of me was all of us when you touched me.Somewhere was there it was unknown to me .A young lover in Paris i was.It was a glimpse that would turn into eternity. Somwhere is know there where Is a, nowhere.

Worshippers of the unknown regretting fictions of the unknown that that could be.You call it believe . Broken Hearted call it hope those made uo stories of what would be, But there fictions. Say words cause that heart needs it like oxygen, Those looks you give me are heartfelt death wishes.What else should _i call them? What do I know it hurts as fuck.

Vittoria where is us. Where is love?Where is us written with the red lipstick on the wall forever. We forgot 2 words to write on the wall IN PAIN. Forever in Pain.Today i smell like you that was in a hurry, I put you’re perfume on in hurry cause I was late for office today. That hurts.

Do you remeberwhen Innocent duties abounded us under the moonlight.Hyroglyps of a roaring youth those walls of the overpass are for the coming ones.Iridence blessings those heart wretching memories are that break my heart there and here. What if we tried again? If we tried again and it would have gone wrong what would be you’re excuse ?Without an excouse where lost.

Whispers from beneath the shores of ourself keep hounting us. Where a bunch of lies glued by some truth.Chaos is what where calling love. Heart soaked apocalyptic scriptures those love letters are. Are we afterall the blessed ones oh lord? Sprouts of doubt we kept raising until they became flowers of tearshed. weren’t we ok as we dreamed of love and didn’t knew who wa the other?