I was walking on the sand,
The air was cold, were so
Your words, of last calls
Of years ago
Hugging my shoulders,
By my tiny hands,
You once said
"They look so adorable, damn"
With that, laugh
The waves were getting,
Shallow and deeper,
My feet longing to water,
"Please help"
That's all I wanted.
Once a ago,
When you left
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoesíaIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
