prediction, future love.

Prediction.

and what am i going to do
with all this love ?

put it in my highschool locker
and recreate all the exams i failed
like a lonely musician
who nobody listens, but everyone loves

hide it under my shirt,
let it sweat the passion of nothingless

my eyes will grow tired,
they'll see less, appretiate more
like that man that one day
took her away from me,
a constant subterfuge for my gray tears

watch me die, watch me a thousand times
i am harmless to you,
like a wind that conforts your sleep
this love will never go where he wanted to
constantly withdrawing,
constantly climbing

Ivan.