While the rain shut down thousands of fires,
Your indifference ended slowly with my love,
Assemble as many poems thousands of digests,
Talking about my history, my love and my pain.
Now that it's been fast time
You return with the same story,
Fight with you is as a hobby,
Because in the end the words the wind takes them.
Love that went, not returns, not revive,
It does not recover, never more shall rise again,
That your heart with pain is not altive,
Because the heartbreak at the end will not kill you.
That life you lesson, as I gave it me,
The day that you of my life did you decide you go,
All the love for you one day, I turned to hate,
Although I always knew that all what you do you have to pay
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