Sometimes I wish I had the answers,
I feel lost in these strangest places of life.
I was somewhere before, somewhere now,
Maybe I could go through all those instances,
So I could watch the growth happening.
But at the end, I know nothing will remain the same.
Sometimes I want to ask,
Hey stranger, have you known this girl?
Is she losing track of time?
Or just time running past her?
Wandering in this story, which page I'm on,
But I'm afraid the ending might not be in a way I want.
I want to watch all those autumns,
But I'm afraid I might fall.
I want to visit through those summers,
But I'm afraid I'd be lonely.
Sometimes I want to visit the spring,
But sensitivity scared me.
I want to hug the winters,
But I fear I might get cold.
Sometimes I wish I had the answers,
I feel lost in these strangest places of life.
I was somewhere before, somewhere now.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poesía"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
