We need to talk, is that I have a couple of things to tell you
It's unfair that you tell me that a goodbye is the best alternative that exists today.
Surely you forget that at this point you are part of my life
I am 100 percent of your love, as a cell in my body you are involved.
I'm made of you, you've stayed in my deepest corners
Separating for me is the end of the world, if you let me, I'll die in a second.
If I am made of you, do not turn your memory into my condemnation, how do I live without the blood of my veins? How do I breathe without the air that you give me?
How serious is the problem that my poems can not fix?
How big and deep is that wound that I can not heal with my life?
I'm made of you, you've stayed in my deepest corners
separating for me is the end of the world, if you let me, I'll die in a second.
If I am made of you, do not turn your memory into my condemnation, how do I live without the blood of my veins? How do I breathe without the air that you give me?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)