Was you,
To have you was a picture of you put in my portfolio,
Kiss and see you do little on the road.
Yours was intermittent and melancholy,
My thing was to accept everything because I loved you.
See you arrive was light, see you start a blues.
Was you,
It goes without saying that needless to say many things,
or you learn to love the thorn or do not accept roses.
I never told you a lie or I invented a blackmail,
the gray clouds are also part of the landscape.
And do not see me like that, if there was a guilty here?
Was you.
How easy it was to touch the sky the first time,
when the kisses were the starter,
that lit the light that today disappears.
This is how love is disguised for its convenience,
accepting everything without asking questions,
and leaving time the thrust to death.
Nothing more to say,
only remains to insist ??
Say it??.
Was you,
the neighborhood neon light knows that I'm so tired,
He has seen me walking barefoot at dawn.
I'm in the middle of who I am and who you want,
Wanting to wake up thinking like I did not want to.
And do not see me like that, if there was a guilty here?
Was you.
How easy it was to touch the sky the first time,
when the kisses were the starter,
that lit the light that today disappears.
This is how love is disguised for its convenience,
accepting everything without asking questions,
and leaving time the thrust to death.
Nothing more to say,
only remains to insist ??
Only among all we can make this a better place :)