Of some form
one day you were mine
in a dream inside of a night
lost in the time
you were so mine
inside of a paradisiacal island
imaginary of my soul
you were the calm
that it moved away the winds from the discord
and the storms of frustrations
that my ways to drenched
one day you were so mine
and this day was
what I lived truily
and it was valid
for all the others
where nothing it occurred
One day you were same in a sheet of paper
in a modesty poem
writing in a solitary hotel room...
mine!
