The beauty of silence, is the noise of no words,
Where is the light in your deep dark room?, A shock of light could save you from the shadow.
Why is the dark behind the moon? Out of reach until the light is shattered.

miércoles, diciembre 25, 2013


I gave you all of seven years,
we entwined our teens,
I shared my thoughts and bed with you,
synchronizing our dreams.
No one knew me better then,
I'm sure, no one ever could.
But lust has made a joke of me,
taking all that was good.

You walked past me the other day,
you met my eyes and looked away.
How can someone I used to know so well now be
a stranger to me?

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