I had the poems

I'm on my own here
And this time
Will not passes by (for me)
In all this things you took
But I still had my life

All of me
Still's inside
And still too...

All of me
Still's inside
And still too... you

I had the poems and letters
I know, perhaps is late
But inside, but inside...

All of me
Still's inside
And still too...

All of me
Still's inside
And still too... you.


Débora Gil.