Yesterday, I asked her why she's so quiet. She never responded except by closing her eyes, asking death to smooch her lips.
Shutting down our systems prevents us momentarily from dramas and intense disagreements.
Solving it is another Issue.
Can I borrow your eyes darling and a part of your heart?
I will transport them into a parallel word, a colorful world.
I'm already beyond, my beloved.
What is here is my temple's broken walls and the smell of my scented bricks.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoesíaMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
