In the vacuum of that kiss,
Those hugs
At all the terminals
Of farewells.
In that void
What you be to me,
Lost in traducción,
Is transformed
In adiós.
Our bond
Of foods
And looks.
Smiles and rubs.
Is gone.
You're not in my day,
I don't wait for you on Sundays
I don't think of you
Dancing
At the rink,
At the club,
In my arms.
Entre emociones
Divididas
No te hagas responsable
De las mías,
Demasiada empatía
Es peligrosa.
Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 4:08 PM UTC
In the vacuum of that kiss,
Those hugs
At all the terminals
Of farewells.
In that void
What you be to me,
Lost in traducción,
Is transformed
In adiós.
Our bond
Of foods
And looks.
Smiles and rubs.
Is gone.
You're not in my day,
I don't wait for you on Sundays
I don't think of you
Dancing
At the rink,
At the club,
In my arms.
Entre emociones
Divididas
No te hagas responsable
De las mías,
Demasiada empatía
Es peligrosa.
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