Winter's morning
Escrito por F. Alberto Valdivia el 26/05/2010 en Mariposas de Hierro
This poem may fail in reaching you heart,
But that’s not its purpose.
Its not its purpose that someone even gets to
read it, that doesn’t matter at all.
This poem is about loving, but has nothing to
do with being loved.
How do I
run from waking up
If my legs
are numb and my eyes don’t see.
Absolute silence
and only scarce memories of you,
And me,
Memories of
casual encounters,
Of nothing
special and bad timing.
I want to
call you,
But I have
nothing to say.
I want to
be with you,
But im not
there
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