There are still traces of moisture
their smells already fill my loneliness
in bed, his silhouette is drawn which promise
to fill the short space, in which it is not
I still do not know if it will come back
nobody knows the next day what he will do
break all my schemes
he does not confess a pity
he does not ask for anything in exchange for what he gives
It is usually violent and tender
it does not speak of eternal unions
more is delivered as if there
just one day to love
does not share a meeting more likes
the song that compromises your thinking
I still do not ask you will stay
I am very afraid of the answer of one
I prefer it shared, before it empties my life
It is not perfect but it is closer than I
I just dreamed
I prefer it shared, before I empty my life
it is not perfect but it is closer to what I
I just dreamed
Only among all we can make this a better place :)