martes, 18 de noviembre de 2014

Little poetry

Could someone tell me what to do
When all the trenchs are far behind
From the war we are fighting today?

Is there an illusion more powerful
Than the one of having you by my side
And scream your name in the darkest night?

If there is any kind of god up in the sky,
Would he be kind to take me by your side?

This is a quarter of things
I would like to say to you.
But do not worry
I will only do this when I feel in blue.

You've gone too far
from my lonely days
and that will tear us apart
if I don't see you today.

Have I forgotten
That my eyes were not opened?


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