Palavras ditas.
Poesia.
Autoria Marco Casagrande
Quantas palavras ditas da boca pra fora.
Quantas vezes lhe pedi para ir embora.
Que me deixasse sozinho, pois você não me merecia.
Só não imaginava que iria acontecer, e viver esta agonia.
De chegar em casa; e encontrar a casa vazia.
Hoje vejo que o peso de minhas palavras não soube medir.
Palavras que fizeram você de nossa casa partir.
Não deixando nenhum bilhete ou sequer um recado.
Somente sobrou o resto de um coração magoado.
Prometi-lhe amor, não poderia ter lhe maltratado.
Hoje vago na escuridão sentindo a ausência da sua luz.
Sem teu brilho o meu próprio brilho não reluz.
Amargo às palavras que falei sem pensar.
Aprendi que se for pra falar besteira é melhor me calar.
Que lhe amei tão pouco, e hoje sei que tenho muito mais amor
pra dar.
Words spoken.
Poetry.
Author Marco Casagrande
How many words from the lip.
How many times I asked him to leave.
Let me alone, because you do not deserve.
Just could not imagine what would happen, and live this agony.
Come home, and find the house empty.
Today I see that the weight of my words was unable to measure.
Words that you made from our house.
Leaving no note or even a message.
Only left the rest of a broken heart.
I promised her love, could not have beaten him.
Today vague in the darkness feeling the absence of its light.
Without thy brightness my own brilliance does not shine.
Bitter to the words that I spoke without thinking.
I learned that if it is better to talk nonsense to shut me up.
Who loved you so little, and now I know I have much love to give.
Poetry.
Author Marco Casagrande
How many words from the lip.
How many times I asked him to leave.
Let me alone, because you do not deserve.
Just could not imagine what would happen, and live this agony.
Come home, and find the house empty.
Today I see that the weight of my words was unable to measure.
Words that you made from our house.
Leaving no note or even a message.
Only left the rest of a broken heart.
I promised her love, could not have beaten him.
Today vague in the darkness feeling the absence of its light.
Without thy brightness my own brilliance does not shine.
Bitter to the words that I spoke without thinking.
I learned that if it is better to talk nonsense to shut me up.
Who loved you so little, and now I know I have much love to give.
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