It was repeated as the same theories,
It was so fired everyone on our side,
Another small rock pearl oyster,
Does not sink too much time in your little nose,
Because it is no longer present.
I do not find more meaning to my feelings,
Resentment that daily stressful,
Sensations that are worse than before,
But I continued to hold yourself over time.
We will not say goodbye on the platform as a train station,
I'll just say hello and watch out for love,
Today or tomorrow it's now or never,
Maybe after tomorrow I will find you,
But this is not the case today.
I came to tell me that we avoid the worst,
It was better to cut rather than tear ...
I came to tell me that maybe we will heal,
And even if it is not, and that even if it's stupid
We both know that anyway ...
Now that we are now rotting.
Do not be bitter, always honest,
You got what you wanted, even if you do not want what you got.
Both hands have to loosen too tight,
The crowd carries us all on our side,
And we move away without treatment.
I do more than your hair night,
While I realize that I still am with you.
And then it's over ...
Maybe not for long, or even for some time,
But whatever the longevity of this coma, I'll wait in hiding,
I expect.
Farewell ...
T-J. P.
