Somos eso último que pensamos antes de dormir,
eso que nos inquieta nada más despertar.
Somos sueños, ideas y realidad,
una mezcla de lo vivido
y un pedazo de cada persona que está, o que se ha ido.
Somos eso que guardamos bajo llave.
Somos lo que decimos,
pero
sobre todo,
somos lo que callamos.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 6:43 PM UTC
You fell under his embrace
a long time ago,
trusted his words
and his fake love.
Shouts came,
hits,
never ending fear
impossible to deal with.
Bruised face,
broken soul.
You should know it's time
to let him go.
'Cause although you wished so,
that isn't love.
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC