I couldn't hear what you're saying,
The river run wild by our side.
Its salty water rush sparkling,
Under this foliage, we still hide.
I look at you, where are you staring?
Those eyes which used to adore mine.
In this moment, what are you thinking?
It's been a long time, have you been fine?
"I've never seen this river before,"
Your words had taken me aback.
"It could've been a nice place to bore."
It could've been nice to have you back.
Your glance had finally met my gaze,
I wish the sunburn would cover the blush
That is now burning on my face,
The world around us fall silent hush.
For a moment, I wish I could disappear,
As far away from where you are near.
Do something else other than this,
Escape all these taunting memories.
Reminding me of what we once were,
Of our young, hopeless love affair;
Why, of this river you're not aware;
Have you already forgotten your dare?
That day I was begging for you stay,
With tears streaming down my face.
Your last words as you walk away,
"Cry me a river then," right on this place.
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Mosaic Heart
Poesía"Unbroken but crystallized Into a million pieces - Behold! My heart." These are the pieces assembling my mosaic heart - some in the shape of sharp betrayal and jagged hopelessness; some in the shade of crimson lies and deep blue loneliness. They're...
