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Salvando aqui porque fiz questão de perder o original. Um poema que fiz pra uma amiga muito querida, dona Emiliana ^^

THE GIRL THAT HAS TO WAIT

Expression
Lack of possession
She goes in all ways wrong
I just wonder how long

Her mind it's nowhere near
But i don't think she cares
It's living in the land of fear
Waiting for someone who dares
To save her from all that

Strong but fragile
I wish i could be agile
To quickly grab her hand
And make her understand
That she won't be alone
When those ones are gone

I hope she doesn't wait
Until she's thirty eight
To finally realize
You don't need to analize
That you just have to love yourself
But she'll have to understand that herself