At all
What is love?
A red heart scribbled on the tablecloth?
Your name and mine, the rising of the sun?
A whispered question?
Your dying answer...
No answering exists, my love
But a humble suggestion...
The drops of despair running down my cheeks.
A foul parade of lies, retorting each to each
That come back just to spit their speech to me.
A death desire.
A rising, dying fire.
A vacuum.
You and your youness
And me
And nothing less.
No answering exists,
But the wondering never ends...
1 comentario:
GENIAL señorita!!!!
que tal todo???me uní a estos mundosahace poco con el fín de escupir un poco de lo que tengo dentro, me alegro de que también valga para sber más de vos!!!
muuuuuuuuua
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