jueves, 9 de junio de 2011



There are occasions I feel you a broad
even when the skin touches you warm,
so lonely and cold is this room
while the hands holds on the monotony.

Slow, the time goes so slow in this place
as I redeem my self on last chance to love,
sorry, I feel sorry for all of this I’ve done,
I… feel sorry, but I had to hurt your soul.

I can see it clearly, the snow falls beauty
over your tears, I hate to admit they hurt,
do I deserve to be loved like that by you?
I guess I am the one that got lost.

1 comentario:

  1. Slow sorries running trough your mouth. does he have to feel it that bad? was he so bad to her (if it's her)? Is he the only one lost? I have so many questions... and i love your poem. Kisses hun!