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Talvez sinta demais, mas se não fosse assim perdia a graça.

Qua | 23.01.19

But she still plays it every night

Helena Alegria

Her eyes
the look in her eyes
like when the stars meet the night sky
She never learned how to pretend
if she was looking into mine

 

Her way
her shyness and how she'd portray
with her hands dancing to the wind
and that pinkish shade painting her cheeks

 

She thought she could deceive me
thought I wouldn't hear the clatter in her chest
But her heartbeat was so loud
and louder the closer I stood
but she minded less than expected
and started dancing to her own love

 

However she knows
I don't want any of her songs
She knows I'm dancing on my own
to others that come this close
Yet she sings louder and louder
and never I saw something so pure

 

I try and try
to put on another song
But she only listens to mine
and I don't know how to play hers

 

So we stand
in different ways
Maybe years go by
and all things change
Maybe our playlists never ever meet again