One more drink please
to maintain the same insane
lifestyle
to keep enshrining the smile of her
to be my own bad influence
September colours are freezing my skin
body's temperature is lowing
remember my lips only are warm
One more deal please
to hold on each other broken
knuckles
to insists in that old promises to her
to be my own happy version
October nostalgia is hitting my soul
breeze is whispering so sweetly
remember my love only it hurts
One more day please
to stay looking through inside
windows
to take my eyes still reflecting on her
to be free from my own mind
November sky is stealing my sleep
brown leaves dialling a soft bed
remember my lies only give rest
YOU ARE READING
Red wine, black ink.
PoesíaI write during the nights in which insomnia hits my soul. Poems steal my words and make sadness touchable.
