In the heartbeats that name you aloud, On these lips that die for a kiss from you, On the skin that cools while the soul stays still..
And in your absence,
Even the lyrics fail me.
There are nights when all of me looks for you,
Even though you are not,
My hands travel to your memory,
My body reminds you with a burning precision,
As if every corner of my skin holds your footprint,
Recorded in slow cooker.
The bed is getting huge,
Other than that,
Uninhabited
And the silence weighs right where your voice should be.
Anxiety is mute,
Some cravings that do not plead...
But they are killing it,
... i close my eyes
And I make you up:
I draw you on my skin,
I feel you on the edge of every breath,
And I let you into this void.
-Yenny Rojas ©️
April 20, 2026
Even the lyrics fail me.
There are nights when all of me looks for you,
Even though you are not,
My hands travel to your memory,
My body reminds you with a burning precision,
As if every corner of my skin holds your footprint,
Recorded in slow cooker.
The bed is getting huge,
Other than that,
Uninhabited
And the silence weighs right where your voice should be.
Anxiety is mute,
Some cravings that do not plead...
But they are killing it,
... i close my eyes
And I make you up:
I draw you on my skin,
I feel you on the edge of every breath,
And I let you into this void.
-Yenny Rojas ©️
April 20, 2026
