Dark room and cold

She stopped before him

Outside it was cold

And the wind blew

For several sides.

Now he would not be a poet

But she would have to explain

It started with a pardon

But he replied.

If the love is gone

Why not tell right away?

Doing what she did

There's no conversation.

And that cold

He wanted to invade the fourth

And take away all the problems.

It's so much insincerity?

These two who loved each other

And they cried through the dark nights and cold.

At the end of everything

Simply left each

They left the room

Continued with a smell of cigarette smoke and mold

The disks were rarely touched.