Looking through his eyes, I turn to stone,
Lover of Medusa, I hear him groan.
Shadow that’s been following me for hours,
He looks at me whispering what could’ve been ours.
Nostalgia, guilt, fear are running through my veins,
Memories who forever in my heart, stains.
As our gazes meet, a new expression appears on his face,
And slowly disappears, between us, the space.
The closer he gets, the wid...
