sábado, 1 de junho de 2019

Light

I see the light
passing through the window
of my room

Touching half of your face
you're singing any
Morrissey's song
like an angel

My eyes are full
of tears
because I have
fear of losing you...

You're speaking
about your regrets
and mistakes
and things that you
wanna make

I just don't know
what to say

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