Your smiles are still on my bed
Your smell is still in this room,
Where love and poems were once said
Cigar smoke is now its perfume

Our love was like ice cubs
In a whiskey on the rocks,
Looking for feeling at the nightclub
It’s like opening Pandora’s box

Rambling in the dark streets
I see the stars above my head
Welcoming the night of defeats
Like a kiss of your sweet, red lips

In my dreams you haunt me
In my day to day I see you
For whom do I write this?

Last but not least
Let me tell you one thing
Make up you don’t need to wear
Your smile can give you wings