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Maybe before

by andres-lopez

I barely remember, When we get together? How it start? Did you just get inside? Maybe I was expecting your arrive I don’t know, I might be losing my mind Whatever it was, it’s a fact that you came And without a word you stay We didn’t had a night But thousands of mornings instead Then I name you my spring Like the one that Botticelli paint You became my muse You were my truth And even when you left You remain in my heart What should I do now that you’re gone? I’m growing old And suddenly there’s no more words to describe All the goodness you are What should I said? I never told you “stay” Until now that you’re not the same It's a shame, I guess And who I am? If not a fool with a worthless claim? ‘Cause even if I need you every day There’s nothing for what to cry When you walked away You didn’t know All the nonsenses I can’t shut up anymore Words that would have meant before.
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Feb 28, 2015
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