When you come around
I won't fall back into your arms
Im strong enough to face you
When I see you standing out of the crowds
A phrase from a song
Won't remind me of our bond
Your slightest touch
Won't burn sparks of hope within
Your sweetest words
Won't make me smile
In my dreams
I'd let you slip away and gone
It was infatuation
It wasn't love, it couldn't be
But those are the lies I tell myself
So, I don't have to cry again
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoesíaI don't have a bone in my hand that supports me to write a poem. Yet, I love reading them along. Sometimes aloud in perfect solitude, with me, my thoughts, some silent melody whispering by my side and when am engrossed in the stillness of my thought...
