was a huge moon, the kind that only certain nights they give to the stars. It was a cold that shatters any intention; I remember that desperate tear down your cheek as I said goodbye. So cold, a sunset and the nostalgia of poderte lose, I feel a lump in the chest, hugging me feel sadness in silence.
So many words said, some silent, it was a quiet conversation with feeling melancholy, I turn back time and get to that day when I met you, when your eyes captivated me and freshness of your scent filled my lungs with joy and enthusiasm.
Maybe now it was over, the end may not be right, but sometimes in life things work like we least expect, sometimes you have to lose, to really win, sometimes I have to let go, then keep you up the end.
While every inch of my body sweats, tears of sadness, as I look is austere, quiet, somewhat painful, as every dream seems to fade, while sleep without hearing your voice the nights will feel that every day I find a new reason to slowly make a plan in my mind, one that allows me to have you back.
For now, it's time to feel the pain of leaving behind this story of two. For now, I have to get close to me, and listen carefully to the things I want, I intend to meet at every moment and write new stories, new ideas, perhaps many new poems.
Goodbye, and with these words I say goodbye to your love. And with each moment, the tenderness of your kiss will conflict with my memory in every corner of my routine, a souvenir photo or picture of our love, looking for colors that allow me dye your farewell this emotion I feel, I thank the moon and stars, give energy to each of my cells. Tonight, tonight, all seems lost, is this night that gives me meaning.
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