On my way

Things I just can't say but it dwells on me like rain,
Nostalgic and Sweet at the same time,
Like the taste of lemons on a melancholy night. . .
sour and painful yet it awakens me and keeps me from further harm,

my head swirls from being deprived from sleeping,
my body weakens and my eyes are burning.
my soul asleep, my mind flies.
but all this was broken when an angel crossed my eyes...

I can feel it, something in you.
i just dont know yet, for I am still not trough. . .

From all these.

But if you just lay your eyes on me.
you could set me free.