That Room

He is waiting me in that sunny messy room
Sitting and looking at that cold book cover
He faced the wind and the waves,
dressed in black and white and armed by his teeth
I cannot go forward for what is not mine
That calm street remind me love, and it hurts my skin and bones

He knows me and loves me for my mind
I'd suffer forever if I had to combat the unseen
That pain warms my soul
Now I survive with the thought of a perfect man
All the memories make me company
And all the hope is not enough

He got up and went away
I do not know why I did not come
For loving him more than God, he supposed
But I can breath perfectly,
I did show him my interior tattoo, the one with a map for the free feeling

He has gone... It'll never be too late