Porque también me mandé un poema en inglés.

I made an imaginary promise to myself
I only write about my feel.
The words tells the things I never told you.
Eventually I'll tell every little detail
Or maybe not.
We could make a better way to fall.
A empty place, a new point of view..
but life is cruel, isn't it?
'Cause I supose.. that this could never happened to us.
And I don't have intentions to change this course.

Without a concise reason.  





male.