Mis alas,
escuches...
Anytime we make a plan,
time sits laughing in a corner...
You cannot entice me with those luscious
ruby red lips, slightly parted, corners raised...
Broken hearts trying to mend,
two stubborn people neither willing to bend...
In such ways you believe
In such ways you Dream...
Don’t make me, as I already am
Teasing distantly with set of knives...
A dead'd dream of my demise,
I saw it once, inside your eyes...
I close my eyes
And I see......you...
Coming home from a long day of work.
The same routine, taking off my shoes, pants and...
My sun has set, I cannot tell
the weaving of the black thread...
She wakes up with tears on her face...
Noticing, next to her, his empty space...
I place the pen on the paper,
Trying my hardest to create...