He was like a cloud, my cloud
because is like when you are a child, and you see the clouds and you just want to go there and touch them because look beautiful and perfect, but the time pass, now you grown and you can see the reality, and the reality is that the clouds are not soft
all the things you pictured in your mind aren't true. Actually the clouds just are steam, just a bored steam, and now you feel betrayed, but you can't even blame the cloud, because it was all your fault, the cloud never gave you any reason so you would think that.
but i'm not talking about clouds.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
to my dear
PoetryMis instantes eternos. Garabatos que le escribí a alguna nube en forma de persona.
