God gave me the opportunity to visit you
Even if everything there was imagination and a scenario created
Scripted
It was late afternoon and you were having a coffee
The style of your clothes was beautiful, just like you craved when you were away from home and couldn't purchase them.
You hair was straight, dark and shiny. Now is long
I wonder if it's really like this
I wanted to praise you, but you didn't hear me
Did not see me
I was grateful for it seconds later
My presence would surely take the shine away from that moment
The sound of saucers, you smiled
Even if it wasn't common on your face
I tried to take a picture of you, I couldn't
You headed to a makeup store
I breathed the air of my favorite city as I accompanied you
Feeling weird again, you were never one to wear makeup
Maybe it's because I haven't talked to you in years.
Who are you now?
At some point it felt like you could see me
I hid in fear
The past is still here
You don't deserve to see me
You need to see things that didn't hurt you
Surely the past is no longer a problem for you
Thank God