Homografobia

I usually lay on the floor
And dedicate a vigil to her who had no veil
I face Morpheus, a shot in my forehead
She defeats me in our duel and mourning
I dream of having a dream and distribute my stress

The distribution arrives
Of everything that mistreats me
I struggle to sleep every night
I am the fourth hostage of my room
Another is my gaze
Another is my window
Also my light turned off
I have my door closed

Subject to the idea that there is another subject
That I bet on the yes that is bet
The distribution arrives
Of everything that mistreats me
I struggle to sleep every night
I am the fourth hostage of my room
Another is my gaze
Another is my window
Also my light turned off
I have my door closed

I count on believing your story today
I sit and when I don't feel you
I think you call someone else and burn with your flames
It's hard to know I fall from your slope
For a second to be the second
Or the third, or the fourth
I'm not even a quarter of your magnitude
I'll see you in the morning
You are all my tomorrow
My jealousy don't pay attention
Without you, nothing makes sense

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