I don't even know you, but I'm gonna miss you. We've been there so long, and here so little. Time has stopped so many times, stayed inside the line. Now it's just flashing before my not so colored eyes.
Couldn't help to catch your stare. I was so open to the posibilities, but I almost ran out of love and air. So many times should have kept my soul at ease, yet I'm still here waiting for you to tease.
Forever craving for something more. Longing for you to come, for you to call, and knock at the doors of my desperate heart. Knowing that they were always open but you couldn't go beyond the porche.
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Flowers of my life
PoesíaPoems. Based on women that came (but eventually left, too) into my life to stay forever. Even tho, the roots of these flowers are fed on unrequited love, they are enduring and gorgeously painful.
