I was betting on us

I thought us safe,

I could see us in the future

I could promise us our life. 

There would be boys with their crooked smiles,

there will be petals of roses with thorns

and the songs wrongly sang,

but you and I were the myth of our time.

Everything has its end, it starts there, the bet is there,

although you and I were a bet to the 88 and counting. It was that we said we were going to make it far yet we had trouble crossing the street.

In you there were tongues that I haven't translated and stories that were ours, there wasn't a part in my life that you hadn't painted.

We had the study in our arms, the kisses on the cheek and the betrayal on the back, we had the drama of the youth. 

Still, we were capable of sharing a paper and survive, we were the midnight message and the reasons why one endured one more year. There weren't any causes to call us terminal. 

The distance exist in all forms and everyone has it, ours was typical, it was winter while you waited for spring, there wasn't anyone who saw it coming. 

I bet us every broken heart,

I bought us every ice cream smile

we learned every song that talked about us.

They appeared like shadows from the bed, the monster in the closet and the threats of a Saturday morning. 

We never had a chance, we mus it up too many times, with time, silence and distance became an affirmation and now we are forgotten myth. 

TA.