Vivacity.

Something has to be unexpectedly exciting
for you to live better,
to live again.
Only by the knowledge and certainty
of a love of your own you will
stop surviving, to feel yourself alive.
Not depending on someone else's, but
not desiring to be lonesome,
the silence kills slowly.
Once more you go to sleep with cravings
of lives amounted, of times never forgotten,
of a bleeding heart.
Listen to the siren singing in your ears,
it is time for you
to open your eyes again, sweety.
Hold on hope,
most beautiful sunsets are coming, better lovers for you,
the best is yet to come.
I adore you, my dream so awaken.
and I do not know why exactly
you just bloom a high and kind savage in me.