Girl from the Suburbs:
You
Left awhile ago.
You decided that
It was not right, you were no longer in love.
Hands
On my face
Searching for a strength that I don’t have.
I want to die quickly
So…
It will not be right, but it is like that.
The dawn that will come,
Will not have a new love for me.
My heart
Aches.
It beats a little slower inside of me.
It’s weak, the normalcy
Of feeling free and
With you
I have spent all my years
What will I do
Of these sentences written on the telephone?
Life together with you brought life to my heart.
This indestructable love.
What will I do?
I will reread them
So as to then think that
Of you
Only one message will remain.
But the truth
Is only an injury inside the soul
That reopens all the time
That thoughts give unrepeatable scenes to.
Your lie
To a girl from the suburbs.
And you
Boy of the city,
I will meet you
Talking with your friends,
Perhaps,
For a game.
Upon my story you will laugh
For my foolish evenings
Where you pretended a thrill
With you
I spent all my years
What will I do
With these sentences written on the telephone?
Life together with you brought life to my heart.
This indestructable love...
What will I do?
I will reread them
So as to then think that
Of you
Only a message will remain
But the truth
Is only an injury inside the soul
That will reopen all the time
That thoughts give unrepeatable scenes to.
Your lie
To a girl from the suburbs.