Miranda Coventry

 

Past participle

Nights lived, where we waste time

And we anchor in the Bay of Kisses 

Today is a gloomy evening in the Bay of Eyes.

I lost today in that long yesterday, 

You stayed with me like an iron mark

I don't know how to forget you, 

tell me how I close...

The measure of a hot alchemy,

an uproar, a restlessness,

urgent need for you,

A pain called nostalgia, and for you

this soul of mine in perpetual nakedness.

Anchored in the abandonment of nostalgia.

It was so easy for you to understand me. 

In silence. 

It was so mine that I fully exercised the 

the right to be happy.

One day was an era.

And we close our time.