quinta-feira, 19 de dezembro de 2019

It still hurts sometimes,
maybe it hurts every time.

My mind always tells how much of a fool am I
I don't care and that's why

Your tears touching my face
and the smell of the rain
felt the same

And all the doorbells ringing
made my heart beating
thinking
it was you.

And all the broken
faces
smiles
pieces

noneofthemwereyou.

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