"felpudo" poems
if i’ve learned anything
after these
long and cold
16 years
of life
it’s that
patience
is key
you can’t force
one to feel
the way
you feel
about them
and i know
you’ll be lost
and confused
it’ll hurt
you’ll wonder why
she doesn’t love
you
as much as
she does
him
“what does he have
that I don’t?”
you’re too afraid
to ask
because perception
is everything
you’ll constantly ask your self
why?
you’ll try hard
to change
just to fit their needs
but you’d be lying to them
and yourself
you’ll change
only to be left
used
utilizado como un felpudo
stepped all over
then you’ll wonder if
it was your fault
your fault for falling in love
your fault for being this way
you’re broken
and you’re tired
and every attempt you make
to change
is seen
as an act of
desperation
but i was never able
to understand
why it’s bad to be
desperate for
change
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
Una noche psicodélica,
las paredes sangraban
tu nombre,
las sábanas lloraban.
Si pudiera comprar palabras
usaría el dinero de los cigarros
para comprar tu nombre,
pegarlo de la ventana
y ver como se lo lleva la lluvia.
Y esta noche,
he llorado versos
solitarios
aunque poco a poco
metí tu recuerdo bajo el felpudo.
Para no pensarte
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC