Hard and soft.
Sweet and sour.
Bittersweet love,
And stupid paper flowers.
What could’ve been,
But wasn’t.
What you wanted,
But couldn’t grasp.
All the words,
not enough said.
Just a hole in my brain.
All that’s left is the ghost of you,
As I trash these old paper flowers.
YOU ARE READING
Brain
PoetryA glimpse of what happens in my head. It is a bilingual (spanish/english) book; some poems will be in english, others in spanish.
