LO ENTIENDO

LO ACEPTO

LO DEJO IR

wicked game

he was the sun

shining upon the tomb

of your hopes and dreams

so frail...

she was the moon

painting you with her glow

so vulnerable

and pale...

...

he was the wind

carrying in all the troubles

and fears you've for years

tried to forget...

she was the fire

restless and wild

and i was like a moth

to the flame...