she ran away from me
as if it had happened yesterday
that love we shared equally
hopes and silences left
for some better and more beautiful times
nothing sacred has survived in me yet
but I hope to have you always
and being friend is a better option
than to be warriors all our lives
because it builds a very bad home
destiny is quartz and worthless
when I have you, it’s best in everything somehow
which longing gives new impetus to my existence
and that with laughter I give myself a motive to go further
no one can be like me
the henchmen of former love hurt me
though I tell the world that it is good
and I can’t lie to myself anymore
for it hurts me from the bosom of the soul
the fact is that love is hard
emerald and strange in nature
it makes me ask myself
where my lifestyle remained
when I’m still lost in the game without francs
and I believe the gift god is sending me
for destiny is a strong, solid backbone and bulwark
which when I am wounded early I cross
and I don’t look at anything around me anymore
because I am finally a free type of man
memories hurt
time goes back
years count tiny hours
for mistakes it is too late
repentance remains self-said
because the other person now
happy is my escape
intolerance!
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