The cold in your eyes Burns me,
To know that you don't want to love you,
Love you has become a dilemma,
I want you to live and you want that I die.
And already there's been a year,
That my love was declared,
I did much damage,
To tell me "no I love you by my side"
And I kept insisting,
And your indifference,
Was slowly killing me,
And it was the reason for my indolence.
And these three hundred and sixty days,
It's been very slowly,
You took you all mis joys,
And you apoderaste of my mind.
And time keeps passing,
Your already I do not speak,
I simply ignorant,
And in your past me I was falling.
And I don't miss you,
Strange souvenir,
The feeling of a year ago,
In which it was not sane.
Not I have fallen in love with me,
I'm afraid to get hurt,
Like you I hurt that day,
To know that I you you wanted.
And a year later, I have this poetry,
To remember because are not in my mind,
And I so wish that you do very well in your life,
But this year you have followed in my mind...
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