Supongo que sí

Supongo que sí, así debe ser la realidad de la situación.
Y es algo que simplemente hay que aceptar:
que la vida es una complicación hecha por humanos.
El sol atrae el placer y la luna, el lloriqueo.

Mi voz siempre va a buscar la luz de tu amor.
Mi alma siempre flotará perdida en su ausencia.
El escape de mi mente siempre irá a nuestro lugar favorito.
Pero nunca olvidará los momentos lúcidos que compartimos.

Supongo que sí…
Supongo que sí, fue una tristeza y una burla todo a la misma vez.
El error del humano: tan violento, tan despreciado.
Pero… supongo que sí… que es así.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro

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