We have so many things to say,
To share strictly with each other:
That you just wanted me to stay,
That I don’t need another lover
And wasn’t pleased to run away,
Or that you treat me as a brother,
But we can’t find the sound way,
Like we are too afraid to bother.
Maybe we were not good at all,
I’m not declaring the precision:
We still believe our love was tall
And blessed by oriental pigeon.
Even if losses would be small,
We are not ready for decisions.
Why are we very scared to fall?
But treat playlists as a religion.
21-mar-2019
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