Risque

Write my name off your notebook
For I can't stand the hell
Of our failed love

Let me follow new paths
In search of other affections
Let's kill our past

But if someday, maybe
The longing tightens
Don't be disturbed
Drown the longing
In the glasses of a bar

Believe
Every chimera fades away
Like the whiteness of foam
That dissolves in the sand