I've cried a thousand tears over you
But there's nothing really I could do.
Lost and alone,
No one to take me home.
Misguided ghosts can only leave you notes
But the relevation inside makes it hard to glide.
They say we can't be broken,
Yet tear us down limb from limb, eye to eye;
Scared of who we really are inside.
There's nothing I can do to make you see
The fire you had burned to best parts of me.
YOU ARE READING
escape.
PoesíaTime measures all wounds and pain and sacrifices, but what happens when happiness takes too much time? People run out of patience and get frustrated. Problems are blown out of proportion and it takes all we have to just remain calm. As the clock kee...
