on my own
Sábado, 27 de octubre de 2007
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And suddenly,
everything got sense.
You and me sitting in the couch,
talking for so long,
not knowing what went wrong.
First steps to a no end road,
last wishes wasted for our souls,
just one shot to fly alone.
And it got sense,
it was not you and me,
just me on my own.
Categories: Literatura, Poesia