have a cup of coffee with me
and sweet it with your talk ,
be the wind of the city of my love ,
be the sea in my desert ,
be the water for my dry trees ,
be the life for my dead roses ,
be my true wish for my valentines ,
be my gift in my birthdays ,
be whatever i wanted you to be
before you end what we just started ,
is it dark the way i thank you for everything? because you stole
all of the lights in this story
when you left it bleeds in the darkest days as if we were in the middle of our love's funeral .
YOU ARE READING
Dear You...
Poesíaletters and feelings written in this book in the form of a blame or a little longing , feeling worried about a love story that didn't work and ended from the beginning hurt , but what hurts the most is waiting for someone that will never come back .
