We are all replaceable...
The other woman likes to read German poetry, she likes the sweet lie and its cruel memory she drives the road with a beer while her soul rests on her.
The other woman, she smiles at herself so as not to get carried away by the rain, she likes to dance the blues of the nostalgic rhythm, she likes the breeze of the leaking wind.
The other woman likes jazz and showing off to the moon the man she will never have, she likes affection and, like his drug, envelops memory.
I am the other woman, alone and deranged, I go to bed with my tears wetting my brown hair, how i get away this pain? How can I call him after I walk away? My pain is not compared to the love I had for him, I hope to have him again, cause I lost myself when I lost him.
The other woman wants everything, but she will have nothing, destined for loneliness, I hope to reach the end, maybe i still hopeless Or I'm still without his hope, I will cry for myself and not for yours.
The other woman, likes the pain of madness and also the process of forgetting, she is learning to be the first one for hers.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
1958 STILL ALIVE -Poemas.
PuisiINICIO |24|04|2022| ... 1958 - INICIO; | EL NIÑO QUE BAJO UNA ESTRELLA. | EN BUSCA DE JHON. | EL CAFE DEL ABUELO. | EL CANTO DE LA PERDIDA. | THE WOMAN. | LA SOLEDAD DEL VIEJO. | DALILA AUN TE AMA. | 1960 DUERME CON JAZZ. | THE OLD STREETS OF NUEV...
