No soy perfecta
Ni la mas bella
Ni la mas calmada
Ni la mas inteligente
Ni la mas divertida...
Lo siento
Por no ser lo que deseabas
Por no ser tan fuerte
Como tu quisieras
Por llevar las lagrimas a flor de
piel
Por se diferente
Por amar demasiado
Y por no esperar nada a cambio.
Disculpame. Es mi error no el tuyo. Me toca a mi correjirlo.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, April 22, 2019
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