A STORMY BEAUTY
Your beauty is like a storm
It comes and transforms
My heart isn't the same
Since you came
To play with me
Your little game.
Confusing dreams
With real life
And confusing games
With all your lies
Sometimes I wonder
If you wonder
Like I wonder
About you
Lots of crowds
That look like clouds
Covering light
Leaving me without sight
Lots of men
Looking like ghosts
Pretending to be real
Buy they are all lost
One day I stopped chasing you
I knew you were the wrong one
Because the right one
Wouldn't run
Now, I don't think about you
And it's heaven
Not caring
And not pretending
By Andrés Argel, Step 10
