Poetry in English, Portuguese & Spanish
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You're a stranger I'll meet in three years
Right now you're asleep on my chest
Tomorrow you'll say you love me for the last time
Yesterday you meant it when you said it
Last month I didn't know you existed
Next month I'll wish that was still true
You're a stranger I'll meet in three years
Right now you're asleep on my chest
Tomorrow you'll say you love me for the last time
Yesterday you meant it when you said it
Last month I didn't know you existed
Next month I'll wish that was still true
Your ex taught you that thing you do with your tongue
Someone's wife taught me to leave before morning
We're just practicing on each other's bodies
For people who will matter more later
Trading damaged goods at discount prices
Both overcharged and still somehow cheated
Your ex taught you that thing you do with your tongue
Someone's wife taught me to leave before morning
We're just practicing on each other's bodies
For people who will matter more later
Trading damaged goods at discount prices
Both overcharged and still somehow cheated
We fucked like a house fire for three months straight
Both of us pretending smoke was atmosphere
You called it passion when I bruised your thighs
I called it love when you broke my phone
We confused intensity for intimacy
Until there was nothing left to burn
We fucked like a house fire for three months straight
Both of us pretending smoke was atmosphere
You called it passion when I bruised your thighs
I called it love when you broke my phone
We confused intensity for intimacy
Until there was nothing left to burn
Three tequilas past midnight you finally said it
That thing that would have saved us in January
But it's August now and I'm someone else's Thursday night
Your perfect words are homeless in my mouth
Like when you remember the comeback
Years after the argument ended
Three tequilas past midnight you finally said it
That thing that would have saved us in January
But it's August now and I'm someone else's Thursday night
Your perfect words are homeless in my mouth
Like when you remember the comeback
Years after the argument ended
I started leaving parts of me at your apartment
First my toothbrush then my sanity
By June you had my favorite jacket my sleep schedule
My ability to cum without thinking of you
When you left you took nothing forgot everything
And I'm still paying rent on that empty space
I started leaving parts of me at your apartment
First my toothbrush then my sanity
By June you had my favorite jacket my sleep schedule
My ability to cum without thinking of you
When you left you took nothing forgot everything
And I'm still paying rent on that empty space