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Dec 2018 · 240
Sentidos
Holly Averge Dec 2018
Bésame ahora, cada vez que puedas.
Bésame siempre, cada vez que quieras.
Bésame, y no dejes de mirarme,
mañana, bien, puede ser muy tarde.

Tócame, cuando tu carne me necesite.
Tócame, cuando tu sed sea insaciable.
Tócame, y no sucumbas a mi plañir,
no sabes, pues, que el amor es para sufrir.

Mírame, cada que observe tu cuerpo.
Mírame, cada que sea tu pasatiempo.
Mírame, y no pierdas el control,
te consta; no me controlo bajo los efectos del alcohol.

Abrázame fuerte, cuando sienta ganas de llorar.
Abrázame bien, cuando sienta que quiero gritar.
Abrázame mucho, cuando sienta que no puedo más,
es difícil vivir en agonía; no soy tan capáz.
Love it.
Holly Averge Oct 2018
To the woman who never loved me I'm going to tell her one thing:
Love isn't eternal, and your beauty isn't too.
I feel so good about making you feel so little,
and I think he would be crazy if he wanted you to be his wife.

But you're the woman that I always loved,
just see how the wind strangely combed your hair
I even tried to pass for a gentleman
but people run and get tired, and after you I got tired.

Don't take it from me, you're a beautiful woman,
few are the men or women who admit to love,
In this poem I tell you what it should always have been,
what I should have said, what should not have been silent.

I wish I had been your first kiss,
to have stolen your virginity,
I long to be your last wish now
I already lost my dignity.

I crawl on the floor asking God for you,
God doesn't exist,
and you will never think of me.

It's sad to accept the truth, that you will never love me,
you will never tell me you missed me,
you will not cry,
but will you one day?

You'll always be that woman who never loved me,
your heart was someone else's,
my heart is broken,
and now I'm lost.

In your honey-colored eyes, how sweet your voice is,
How special did she need to be, steel woman?
Woman without a heart, you've lost your mind
While I lose my life in this poor song.

— The End —