Historias del pasado

Porque debería odiar verdad?

Olvidar, las cosas buenas, gratos pedazos

Las risas, carreteras.. Las orejas del gato

Pero, olvidé otras cosas.. Ya no importan,

No duelen, ya pasaron..

Dolor, es admitir los errores

Mirar y ver claro

Desandar el camino andado

Ver con los ojos desenfocados

Vomitar bilis culpable 

Esquirlas de cristal 

Del pecado..

Y sus cuitas, 

Sobrevivir para contarlo.

De pie, aquí me hallo

Paz para meditar

Lunas que gastar

Ojos claros al mar

Glitter morning

Why?

He is a past hurt,

stitched and scarred

Why?

35,040 hours and counting ...

more than what we had.

Only a hint of what we stole.

...

Do not want to see you, be ready is to hate and forget.

Never remember ..

No way to tell this

...

Every time I meet you,

Do you know? I regret ..

A tear feel

Hot and cold at the same time

...

"Never again" it was my prayer one day

I cried more tears than it had

I vowed revenge for the rivers of my face ..

But..

Not in my mind firing the gun,

Perhaps he holds,

Save and end point

Misfire ..

A fail?

A temporary insanity

different story

told me that in my mind

...

Choose

I do my heart

Not with my reason