Palabras sin poema

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Tengo un poema apoderando mi pensamiento, una canción que habla de un beso, un libro que habla de amor. Tengo una mujer que oprime sus labios en mi pecho, un balcón que se pierde en el océano.

Un poema que me recita los segundos que se inspira y se pierde en el mundo. Que no termina de nacer, de expresarle mi querer al arrebato de mí ser que aunque tanto le oculte ya sabe que eternamente le amare.

Un poema para un pañuelo rosa que le seca las lagrimas a mi prosa que inunda mi gaveta de violeta cuando nunca desata su secreto ami persona.

Tengo unas palabras huérfanas que callan mi voz en la espera del aprecio de mi Dios, que se muere mientras el sol aun ni siquiera se muestra.

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Eric O. Borbon dijo...

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without knowing what he's seeking for, young and tired of living? what left in this world life for him.

Tired of wasting ink in words that
maybe nobody will ever read.

Feigning to not care about anything
he hides himself from falling into
madness in the rationalism of his
thoughts.

Waking up every morning looking
for that little shining spark that
will help him to find a way, his path.

but because he has been living
for so long in his own world,
that he forgot the way out.

Way that he will never find
because he keeps hiding himself
behind excuses with the fear of keep moving forward.

But when he notice that he's staying
behind and alone because the ppl
that you knew are no longer there.

In that very moment he will open
his eyes trying to find that
medicine that will help him to
heal not the body but his heart,
shouting out loud.

‘’I want to move on!’’