Buena Chica

Her house bordering the highway
made her grow up very fast.

I didn't want to meet her that way,
if you want to buy something I have everything.
And she rarely smiled, but that was enough for me.

I didn't want to accompany her on that flight
because we barely touched the ground,
and before our train derailed in motion
I got off without saying anything.
In another time, I liked it when I traveled on her same boat,
I traveled.

I saw her in one of those bars she frequents,
she was doing business at the door
and I understood that nothing had changed,
I wish I had never met her.
I swear she was a good girl, although with little attachment to life