Streets I wanted to see once,
to know how they look like,
to be there in every season,
to get lost under that sky.
But on google maps I ended up,
roaming them during nights,
alone in my own,
having a reverie: " How it could be...?",
a childish thought always present.
It was a hope for a thing,
an excuse to dream,
nothing more in my mind,
maybe it was too small...
With no umbrella,
I wanted to walk,
feeling how a cold wind takes me,
every second I went through.
I gave up to be around,
where wasn't something,
just promises who can remember...?
YOU ARE READING
Words in Blue
Poetry✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
