She the one...dirge

Motionless but beautiful as live,
laying on her own cloud of vibe.
Sleeping pills and a bourbon bottle;
death couldn't remove your smile.
Is too late.
The sadness becomes deep thoughts of what if.
You are gone now and I have guilt and remorse;
for not being able to kiss your tears and forgive...
once more.

I couldn't scare my fear away.
Now I kneel grieving a mourn and the final requiem.

Rough moments between dead and goodbye.
I should of turn around... omg.

goodbye to the one ... another one.

 

Sentidas sus melancólicas líneas amigo Gus. Saludos, que este bien broder.

 

Oh... estoy bien... a veces alguien muere... y nos hacemos mas sensitivos
Gracias Daniel.