I'm sure that I heard it a thousand times before, the same old sound,
which my ears assume you're leaving
this eerie space around us again.
It won't matter the time you spent on me.
It won't matter the way you treated me,
there is your soul, waving goodbye.
While all this noise won't let me sleep,
you're probably faking happiness
on someone's arms.
We both know we damaged each other.
We both know we still love each other.
We both know we cannot fix each other.
We both know
of all the time we spend together
and when some of us felt hurt and useless,
we both knew the pain is temporary,
that it won't remain that longer if
we both stay close.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
In Middle of Unknown Places
PoesíaSP. Solo palabras que emanan de una mente tan ruidosa como la mía. Poemarios, pensamientos y escritos de un universo distraído con los colores de la aventura. ENG. Only words emanating from a mind as noisy as mine. Poems, thoughts and writings of a...
