Penulis
you stopped seeing me while i was staring at the galaxy of your eyes
i had this friend once in a job
we worked together at this bar
his birthday is on december 3rd
and he lives in la matanza
but i guess that doesn´t matter
cause this poem ain't about him
i'll just tell you a little story
of how i got him the perfect gift
i had this friend once in a job
who didn't know i had a plan
i decided i was going to spend the night
at his house by his invite
he had flowers at his balcony
and earl grey strands in the bedroom
he had a cat he called Meme
and me sitting on his bed
in the middle of a trip
we discussed the perfect gift
and then just a week later
i waited him in a train station seat
we were starving
and when we sat at the table
a Christmas song started playing
and so it seem cool if we baked
to the birthday boy a cake
two days later
i showed up at his building
the first time
of many nights
we would meet at that front door
he cooked for us
one of my favourites
and in the middle of a sentence
he stared at my eyes
while i stared at his everything
that afternoon we didn't bake any cake
cause instead he touched my soul
and that day i fell for him
that afternoon we went to work
cause else how would we pay for weed
and that day we smiled
that night we sang our friend a happy bday
cause that's how i planned the whole thing
and that's how we got him the perfect gift
