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It's funny how my all my lines became curves when I collided with you; interesting how all the shades smudged with a single touch, like a teardrop in a written paper.
Funny how the grunts magically converted in symphonies, in a snap of fingers; curious how big the eyes stay with just a simple smirk.
It's funny how I used my time thinking 'bout us, when the 'us' never existed, not for real. Funny how so many love songs could be molded in any of our situations. Funny how it has never been funny...

It's sad watch a feeling so pure and lofty, becoming dirty and worn out, based on so much unloving, contempt and disappointment.
Painful is watch a heart, that just belonged to one person, become so broken that forgotten his only real function: beating.

Now, I'm in front of my past. There's no more mercy on my bones, no more affection or hope, there's just emptiness. I still can listen your voice, singing that old song we used to say that was ours, but how it could be possible, when there wasn't an 'us' to us have a song?





Y.
19:56hs.
04/10/2019.