terça-feira, 30 de maio de 2017

Poema 192

Don't wanna write about you in the past
I can't put you in some messy shelf
It seems like we'll never last
Despite our deeply love for ourselves
This year I've only seen winter
In your place or mine
I wait for spring and it's sweetness
Imagining you'd sing me a lullaby
I'm not able to let it go
To regret or forget what we've done for each other
And at night when I come home
I cry alone wishing we'd fight harder

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