Once the kisses end,
once isolation starts to suffocate me,
unconsciously, certain thoughts pop into my head.
Just like you appeared suddenly
one day out of nowhere,
just as suddenly you will return.
I don't want kisses
to be like visitors
that come from loneliness
and that solely serve to satisfy a lust
and that leave like thieves.
That come from loneliness
and that solely serve to satisfy a lust
and that leave like thieves.
When you scramble to come up with
plans for tomorrow on the spot,
that you inform me of without my even asking 1
I close my heart,
I smile to you sweetly,
but inside I tell you goodbye.
1. In other words, this person is making up an excuse to be somewhere else tomorrow.