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Soy Mal Para Ti.

Soy Mal Para Ti.

Ulises Vargas

May 23, 2025. 


Creeme cuando te digo que no soy el mejor. 

Escucha bien, y te cuento que voy mal;

Ponte puesto, y te enseño quien soy de verdad;

No te lo miento; yo soy un maldad. 


No me dejes entrar, no en ti ni en tu vida.

Tenga cuidado al ciudadano que le dicen “perro.”

Te lo voy a romper si me porfa me golpes. 

Y cuando me voy, te explotas en tus lágrimas. 


Que me amor no es por cierto;

Siempre es que te lo miento. 

En esa cama, no es real para mi. 

Entonces, tu no vales nada a mi. 


Entiende, que no podríamos ser nada. 

Disculpeme, por mi incapacibilidad amar. 

Si porfa me quieres, aunque no te lo puedo regresar. 

Quiero tu cuidado, que me cuides el corazon. 


O si quieres, nos quebramos los dos juntos. 

O si así célebres, los vientamos y los pisamos en el piso.

O si se puede, hay que hogar en nuestros lagrimas.

O si lo sientes, los alzamos ya a la basura. 


Tu no eres el único que duele.

No te comunico que me daña la mente.

Digo que es por lo mejor, o así lo espero. 

De vivir sin ti ya es otro pedo.


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