congratulations,
you did it.

You made it cut its path down my cheek again
leaving a cold desolate scar of salt, hurt and end

But you wouldnt know, you would say. There was no way you could know.
What you did, you had to do. In order for you to renew, and to grow.

If you want it to fade, it's understandable
I dont expect others to do as I do
feel as i feel
mean as i mean
or
love how I love.

The more I bury it, the better I treasure it.
Like a seed in the earth, it will flourish into something beautiful.
And I will conserve it in a glass capsule, where time doesnt affect it
Neither does gravity, old age, bad weather, bitter emotions or hate.
And it will flourish and grow.

Beautiful as the seed it came from. But more beautiful because of its delicate and splendid preservation.

It will remain intact.


Asi es como yo amo.