People don't like mornings
they rather the cold breeze of a summer night
and the moon shining slightly threw an opened window
People don't like tea
they prefer the strong smell of coffee and the feeling of adrenaline running threw their veins
People don't like the sun
they rather dancing barefoot in the pouring rain
while looking up at a cloudy sky
People don't like talking
crying too-
they rather bleeding on paper just as poets do
And People don't like kisses,
they prefer big warm hugs
holding tight into someone-
their hands in mine
I don't like promises
or for a matter of fact neither goodbyes I rather looking into people's eyes
and dream of time
Where maybe one day I'll like people- and my smile too
YOU ARE READING
Empty me, Fill me up
PoesíaFor all the girl who ever felt the need to be emptied out and get filled up again by someone
