MAYBE WE WILL
MEET AGAIN,
WHEN WE ARE
BETTER FOR EACH
OTHER;
WHEN YOU ARE NOT
THE POISON IN
MY BLOOD AND IN
MY WINE,
AND WHEN I AM NOT
THE KNIFE IN
YOUR HEART.
MAYBE WE WILL BE
FOREVER HAPPY,
JUST LIKE WE ALWAYS
ALWAYS SAID WE
WOULD BE.
MAYBE YOU WILL
FINALLY BE ABLE
TO KEEP ALL YOUR
BROKEN PEOPLE,
AND I WILL FINALLY
BE ABLE TO
FORGIVE AND
FORGET ALL
YOUR REPETATIVE LIES.
MAYBE WE WILL
LEARN TO PROPERLY
LOVE AGAIN,
LIKE WE ONCE KNEW
WE WOULD.
MAYBE,
JUST MAYBE . . .
I HOPE THAT
SOMEDAY WE CAN
BE TOGETHER AGAIN,
JUST LIKE
OLD TIMES.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Poems
Randommy poems (please do not take them, they are very, very personal and me a lot to me.)
