What has become of it?
Like the Moon,
stepping in front of the Sun.
What remains of it?
Dried Flowers
Photos
old letters
notes and poems.
I bear these cruel scars.
Forgive me god,
but inevitably in my heart,
One recants every gesture.
Amiga
What has become of it?
Like the Moon,
stepping in front of the Sun.
What remains of it?
Dried Flowers
Photos
old letters
notes and poems.
I bear these cruel scars.
Forgive me god,
but inevitably in my heart,
One recants every gesture.
