Sueños.

[aenariel]

your hand still warm
and your hair still touching my arm
and your skin

may
still lingering on mine
still
our time together
our distance apart

my arm broke open
and all I saw inside was red
my skin broke apart
and all I saw was

may
still lingering
still
your hair on my arm
your cold
cold hands

(y así
en tus sueños entrará
para que nunca
me digas que no)