Cristian Mejia Montiel, features editor
The lonely night gives me time to talk to my heart If only she knew, she was my entire world Now she chooses to close the book running around the park reading the pages of our fake love wondering how it all burned She thinks that everything left and burned But little does she know she has my heart I’m ready to open up with all my love Even if I am lost in the world Walking alongside the dark and depressed park this is not the final chapter of our book It’s getting dusty that darn book But you seem to think all has burned So you continuously think about the mistakes we made walking through the park And I must admit that I am strong, but these volcanic needles are attacking my heart silently partying with your friends and crushing my world sure go ahead and stab my crooked love only you love Scribble on the book you tell me that you don’t want me in your world. But darling I am burned I should have learned to protect my heart As you constantly keep searching for unknown answers in the park And she says that she finds peace in the park Knowing that I can give her my love Although I made horrible decisions that hurt your heart Don't let that stop us from finishing our book So it doesn’t turn to ash and becomes burned Because darling although we fight, you are still my world I can take you around the world but you rather sit in a bench at your favorite park The book slowly burned you just love stepping over our love Fire roaring through the book I walk upon with an ice cold heart Nothing else got burned, but I do hate your wicked love It is the end of the world, but how can you sit in a park And not realize that you are my book and it belongs in my heart