Creation

It was an end of the world, but it was hers.

And because it was, it was a pretty close

There was no need for him to do something ugly, terrible and horrible

Even in the future, giving him a disappearance.

It was all fine if she did not look twice

There were no faded flowers if she did not look closely

It was only sunshine ... Happiness was always close.

The sea was rough and impossible to enter

but all that bravery made ​​him even more beautiful and admirable.

And in his moments of madness

when she was more angry than he

came and showed who is in charge.

Maybe it was just luck

Maybe they were just strong arms.

No day was done out of boredom

No moment was in vain

No rain plagued

Everything was perfect, never felt pity.

She saw what he wanted to see

He heard what he wanted to hear

It was who wanted to play

And hide the feelings that would not show.

Each one lives in the world that creates

And it was just what she believed.

It was an end of the world, but it was hers.