Perpetual

No, I cannot write the saddest line tonight.
My emotions are obsolete
Do I need to prove? Inside how broken I am?
Night is still shattered and you are not with me.

Though I am not Neruda!
Does it feel the same when he holds your hand?
May be it's more than what it was,
May be it's less than what it was.
Nothing was there, except Love
Everything is here, except Love
Whom we would blame?
When she wants, he breaks it,
When he wants, she breaks it,
When both of them want, then the almighty breaks it.
No, I cannot write the saddest line tonight.
My emotions are obsolete, quite a bit.
Do I need to prove? Inside how broken I am?
Night is still shattered for the both of us, I believe. 

Does it feel the same when he holds your hand?
May be it's more than what it was,
May be it's less than what it was.
Nothing was there, except Love
Everything is here, except Love
Whom we should blame?

When she wants, he breaks it,
When he wants, she breaks it,
When both of them want, then the almighty breaks it.