I didn't know what I was looking for,
Not even that in search of something I was,
Until I found you, standing between familiar faces.
We are just friends.
Why, if, when you take my hand,
My wish is to die right there,
If I can't be with you anymore?
I think once,
And then I think again.
Are we born for each other?
Maybe we were just born
With an appointment marked by fate,
Destiny that takes you away,
While the love in me hides,
Watching you go.
YOU ARE READING
Cold days of a heart on fire
PoetryI should scream to the universe, But what is my voice after all? It is just one more between billions, And, with my death, it will not exist. So it is better for me to show what I need By writing my love, anger and dreams So I can make people see on...
