I stop to wait

Suppose

Suppose one morning is gone,
along with my lyrics incoherent
the lot of mistakes, and successes
disappear forever

How would you feel then?
Perhaps the uncertainty of
or if I'll be glad you soul
knowing that I'm history

You may be surprised my anger and madness,
no time to see you again in verses
I wrote your name hidden
between the lines of an endless maze

Suppose one morning no longer exists
that the illusion was not eternal, only ephemeral
was only the breeze whisper in your ears
and the morning wind caresses were only

Suppose, just suppose, because even
I have not thought to leave you
not want to be remember in your memory
I prefer to be present in your hands

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