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The sun sets,
But I lay awake,
Thinking about the last few days...
I wonder what it means?
Is it all in my head?

Replaying our conversations,
Thinking about your smile.
So many questions,
Not enough answers.

I wait for tomorrow,
Hoping to see you soon.
Waiting for another chance,
To be besides you.

The simple things you do
Mean the world to me.
Most people would overlook them,
But not me.

Hopefully you'll notice,
See how similar we are.
Notice our connection,
And give it a try.

Stop being oblivious,
Realize the signs...
I know you feel it too,
You don't need to compromise.

We can talk for hours,
From the simple to complex.
We don't have to do anything,
And be together all night.

You're so confusing,
Give me a sign.
Tell me there's something ..
Or if im waisting my time...
A slightly crooked little smile
upon getting a sense
of the game it all feels to be,
it shouldn't make me tense
as long as I can see...

So I try to take on and play
and yet my shoulder hurt
on a daily basis overcome...
when you turn away into the unknown.

Hide and seek.
fun and free
erratic time given to each other,

Live and learn
get and let go
something to survive one another.

So I try and win a little more
over this weakness I have,
as lust over love does then...
when you return so intimately warm.

You flee and you chase
I take you by the hand
somewhere in between
I adore and I hate
you take me away in the end..

Maybe one of us is to win or lose
or maybe this way no one ever could ...
Lines as simple as a kids' game... where my refined and complex taste for poetry has gone? maybe cause lately I can't figure it out how feelings are contrasting myself... when things seems so wrong, but I can see the most little thing to feel right and holding on to it, I really don't know what to do... and how to come out with a worthy write... but I must wrote it, the only thing I could do to let go a little bit of my overflowing , intoxicating thoughts ...
Hay varios tipos de soledad, sin embargo yo suelo experimentar solo una: la que todos odian. Con el tiempo le he tomado cariño, pero eso no significa que no me lastime con fuerza.

Suele meterse en mi cabeza y escupir en mis buenos recuerdos, pisotearlos y decirme que son todos una mentira.

Le gusta también sentir mis huesos, provocarme dolor desde muy dentro, hacerme morir de frío.

No hay una sola noche en la que no se siente a mi lado, despojandome de cualquier esperanza.

Hay varios tipos de soledad, sin embargo desearía que no existiera ninguna.
What if this is borrowed time?
I had none to call mine
Had too many hours
in the waiting rooms of life

Maybe I had none to call mine
None that I could grasp
for years and years of silence
with peaks in the dark
filling peaks of light

But what about the little explosions
everything coming alive
What about the ******, the blossom
Sitting is not motion!
what about coming together for once
What about the smile in your face?
Because if this is not my time
then whose is? tell me, what?
What is this I had?

Am I living borrowed time
Am I made to pine, to pine, to pine?
 Aug 2018 Semi-literate Poet
SoVi
Viví en un país de ladrones
Motivados por corazones y pasiones
Robando affection de amores
Dejando parejas quebradas
Pero tu me pedistes mi amor
En ese momento me enamore

De verdad pensasteis que te dejare
Cuando el me ofreció riquezas?
Tu eres todo que he querido
Tengo miedo qe tu te arrepientas

Si lo vas a pensar otra vez
Por favor no me digas
No quiero saber tu epifanía
Dejame vivir en la ignorancia

Cómo viví en en un país de ladrones?
Con gente que ni saben que ellos quieren
Robando todo en su vista
Dejando corazones rotos
Tu me enseñastes que todavía hay bueno
Me dado el regalo de compassion



© Sofia Villagrana 2018
escóndete en las sombras, pequeña


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