I feel destroyed; I feel pain where I wasn't supposed to...
I see dull eyes covered by bright colours; I see friendly faces full of envy, hate, madness... dirty smiles hiding contaminated words.
I can smell love, you know... I can see people's heart at first eye contact and they are not pure anymore. I've started thinking love might don't have its roots in hearts; maybe I'm walking way too far from the others...
Sorry for being genuine... sorry for still being someone that cares about the other, for giving priority to valors and strong links... for giving priority to minds and talkative inks.
Although I will still wake up and stare at your smiles, looks and lies pretending I haven't seen your heart... not because I like being like that but because I still see love where I'm supposed to see tears.
YOU ARE READING
for the Love...
PoetryConnect all your senses and travel through these letters. Trying to describe myself using this world, although... I might need more than a word to create the magic weight of a land. However, I invite you to join my hand; guide me, please, to a soft...
