At the begining there is nothing,
a playing field without players,
a nightmare without sleep,
a princess locked up in a castle,
whithout her hero nor a prince.
At the begining:
A song, the sun
a love that needed to grow
hands that were held together
and eyes that just seem to not close.
A moon shinning brighter,
a paradise of perfection,
an arbitrary sense in which love was not being labeled.
At the middle an armor,
a cause that had no bad consequence to the eyes
that blinded by togetherness
believed in boddies that had no control
in the questioning of the confusing truth
of who to belong to.
At the middle:
A passion, an uncontrolable soul.
a peace pact made in heaven,
that hell was not able to touch.
that after a while broke down into pieces of wisdom.
At the end a place to suffer, a place to regreat.
A piece of heaven and hell living in earth itself.
The meaning of it all had no meaning at all.
At the end:
tears that by themselves found their way down someone's face,
out a heart, poured by the eyes that express the sentiment
in which no truth lies.