Sol mate dry your green eyes to me

you always lie to me

You came to Lisbon in my dreams

but I don't see you

Bullshit

this is not friendship

What you call

I like you to

that's why I call you sweet heart

In my poetry book

Thinking how bad is

looking at you

Because you don't see me

you fucking others

Remember 

I'm laughing

You can talking you sorry

but I want the true

I know what you need

I look on eyes

I see a mirror

you have a fetish with my heart

I cannot follow you

in this dream

Any more

Let be in my phone

I write your name

Don't yell so I'm irresistible

Kiss me 

if I'm good

This not a business

only book 

That talk about you

and my dreams to