your freedom
I might have arrived late or it was you who waited for me for a short time. I was hoping to come back and see you waiting for me. Maybe the wrong thing is that I kept you stuck to me. for just loving you too much to the point of doing, the evil that I did to you. be happy without me without my handcuffs of tenderness and love. go, you are free from the prison of my heart.
© mnascimento
© mnascimento