"pache" poems
You send me e-mails everyday.
I hate it.
I hate you.
I'm a terrible liar.
I almost always don't mean what I say.
Here's the truth:
You're probably the most important person to me right now.
It scares me but I trust you.
I wanna know everything about you.
I want a trade of histories.
If I could be with you, I would.
but that's the thing..
You have to know where I'm coming from,
there is hesitation.
There are nights like this one,
where I am left confused,
where I entertain my doubts.
I am skeptical
but I long for you.
I am hesitant
but I speak the truth.
I want you to keep holding my hand,
I want to listen to music with you,
I want us to share triumphant struggles,
I want cozy mornings that smell of vanilla.
Of vanilla,
of dimmed lights,
of favourite songs,
there is much to say.
YOU:
An old soul
An old friend
A new love
These are my thoughts.
These are my feelings.
This is my life,
wipe your shoes and step right in.
Pache Paredes
May 2012
[email protected]
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 4:59 AM UTC