Gramma's house

"Miré la escena ante mi: la mera casa y las sencillas características del paisaje en aquel dominio, las sombrías paredes, las ventanas vacías como ojos, los pocos juncos silvestres, y algunos troncos de árboles podridos, con una absoluta depresión del alma que no puedo comparar con ninguna sensación terrena más adecuadamente que con el despertar del aficionado al opio, la amarga entrada a la vida cotidiana, la odiosa caída de un velo. Era una frialdad, un hundimiento, un malestar del corazón - una tristeza mental irremediable que ningún acicate de la imaginación podía desvíar hacia ninguna forma de lo sublime. ¿Qué era, me detuve a pensar, que era lo que me desalentaba tanto al contemplar la Casa Usher?"

Edgar Allan Poe
La Caída de la Casa Usher

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Painfully

I wish I were... 

I wish I were your last thought. 

The one who slip away your sweatest memories, and drives through you wildest roads of deep, hidden desires.

I wish my arms were the branches that supported your body and soul while getting aged, tiredsome.

I wish I were your last hope. 

I wish you were always there for me. 

The one I see right before the sun rises up, and take my hand and beg for me to stay in bed.

I wish I could swim and get lost in your eyes whenever I needed a getaway.

I wish your eyes were the last thing I see. 

The one who made you want to be a better man.

I wish I were the exeption of the rule, the challenge, the tears of happiness in your eyes and mine, the shiver in your back and the tremble in your hands.

I wish I were the girl you'd fight your most important battle.

I wish I didn't cry so much.

I wish I didn't have to turn aside. 

I wish I didn't surrender 

I wish I didn't feel this painful obsession. 

I wish I were a little bit like all of those (you loved...) 

I wish I didn't have to go away.