In the songs that I had made

In the songs that I had made

Friend, in the songs that I had made,
Chest without knowing where you were.
Life meeting in spring
Although, so silent, were leaving me.
I cannot see even one outfit
You can use, because I won.
It's hard to have to give my other face
The sections often brandished.
Stung by who else, one day, loved.
Bleeding hopes consumed.
Loved beads may be extremely rare,
But friendship is worth lives ...
Sorry if you make this song,
The notes are born bottom: heart!

MARCOS LOURES