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Jun 2013 · 523
The falling moth
Edgar Rosas Jun 2013
I will fly
in the form of the moth
I will dance
with the faeries and owls

For having wings
was my only desire
to break free
to escape the box
I used to live in

The attic ghosts and shadows
stopped the haunting
'cause now
they canĀ“t reach me

The wind is my home
my shelter
the chains
my past

My wings are broken
but I will not stop the flight

If death should embrace me
and I begin to fall

I will burst into flames
and rain in ashes
but I will never
return to ground
May 2013 · 556
Brand new old me
Edgar Rosas May 2013
For in my mind
we were nothing
neither to the eyes of the others.
But it was only between me and you
kept as a precious secret
hidden from the world.
Your reasons to do so
remain unknown to me,
but mine can't be more clear
I didn't really wanted to be with you
or the rest to know who I was with
not because I hated you
not because my feelings were untrue
It is just that
the moment we created the link
was the moment I realized
that
I wanted to stand by myself
like the good, happy ancient times
and now that I broke free
I can begin to build
a brand new old me

— The End —