Sunday nights are painful to live
I cannot resist the urge to quit
But my inner voice will send me to sleep
Sleep so I can avoid these thoughts
Avoid the thought of missing you
Avoid the fact that I'm not with you
Mosquitoes pinch me at night
Fly next to my ear, whispering things
Things I'll never understand
Even if I try my best
My chest is full of guilt and hate
It destroys my heart without regret
But with a broken heart I will keep living
The end is not even near me
On Sunday nights I cry and sob
And I hope to see you again, my love
Without some box
Separating the two of us
SM
(Poema en inglés yaaayy)
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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PoesíaLas noches no son nada más que esperanzas de vida por la muerte disfrazada de día.
