Susurros del alma.

Ninety nine.

Because every time I hear your name
My heart begins to race.
I forget to breathe
And I picture your face.
Then,
I remember.
I remember that I love you.
More than I could ever love anyone else.
Even when we've changed.
Even if we're not the same.
Because even though we're heartbroken by each other,
We can't seem to move on to something better.
Because love hurts.
Love won't let us move on.
Love will tie us up together
until we can't fight it anymore.
Love knows that
when we're by ourselves,
We're lost.
And we have to find the way back.
I have to find my way back.
To you.

Algunos poemas creo que voy a escribirlos en inglés.