I've heard everyone say that "everything happens for one reason".
But, I don't know the exact reason.
They said " every moment you live is perfect", "every person you know has a reason to be there".
But, god... I can't find the reason.
There was a Sparkling girl, making my days so perfect.
Every moment we shared was full of light and energy.
Some nights with the sound of our voices, envolving us in the most dangerous environment.
She built in me a piece of heaven.
And that was perfect.
She left.
Those moments of energy, became silent.
No more sings, no more laughs, no more love words.
And that little piece of heaven she built in me, became a cloudy sky, lightning over the seas of sadness.
I'm sure that was not the perfect love story. But was mine.
And after all this words and pages written about her departure, I'm still so fool to understand...
When the hell this turns perfect?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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PoesiaEn soledad llegamos y en soledad nos vamos. Varias personas se cruzan en nuestro camino y nos dejan sanados o heridos. Esta colección de escritos nació del dolor de la ilusión y la esperanza de no estar solo, del amor propio y los recuerdos de esta...
