Spanish harlem

I miss those years
when I look into the past
all I see are your eyes looking back
smiles and dark hair with beautiful curls
beautiful skin with legs that went on for miles
I miss those smiles
I miss are troubles and trials
miss are love and battles
under the sheets we were animals
dame lo cojeme papi for hours
I miss those ankles
around my neck when I was in deep
looking into your eyes I felt free
in the safety of your arms in secrect i would weap
inside my heart i finally felt the need the urge
the dream
the hope everyone needs to live and succeed
but now im numb
im cold, theres pretty much nothing left of me
just a skin bag of bones destined to roam
nowhere because i am nothing lonley and broken
remember where all just dust in the wind
floating in nothing
its all nothing
im broken
hopeless
and self loathing
im broken