CorazóN Perdido

Your voice was a warm murmur,
if things weren't going well,
just hearing your words was enough.
It bothers me to miss
the sweet fairy tale,
and I always cry for nothing.
It was at the second-to-last coffee,
while we talked about love
or in that kiss on the platform
that I left my heart, my heart.
It was in a flight of birds
or in the phosphorescent light
of your blueberry eyes,
that I left my heart, my lost heart.
I miss you, I miss you,
you took my lost heart with your goodbye
I miss you, I miss you, you took it with your goodbye...
I remember well every sunset,
we used to look at the stars;
life was perfect.
It bothers me to miss
your plum-colored lips
it hurts even though I didn't want it.
It was at the...