Past is the origin of what makes us senile
past is the pain we carry every day.
Aggrievements dance with our sad smile
Past are the sorrows that keeps us awake
Past are the tears falling down my face
Remembering every woman I loved.
How more your love greater is than fear of loving again
In addition, horrible pain of having lost face at those moments of decision.
I cherished and kiss imaginarily the good women
Or the bad and the feelings when having sex
Alternatively, companionship that went over with it.
I had some bodies and characters at the bed
With my person and satisfaction accomplished
the fear with the flames of desire of having another,
Or more, finding the one to spent the silver years,
One to a couple, a real woman, and her man.
The sun rises and the phases of the moon do not keep me alive.
Only some hope is avoiding my last flight to terminal velocity and expected oblivion, my opinion is that I lost already, I love you so much that never will even try, whoever you are.
Forgive me for leaving my sons, if I must
they have already other affections also, and dust is all around.
In this plain of empty hearts, ambiguousness given, is never to thrust.
- Autor: Mera Gente (Seudónimo) ( Offline)
- Publicado: 31 de diciembre de 2013 a las 08:22
- Categoría: Carta
- Lecturas: 33
- Usuarios favoritos de este poema: El Hombre de la Rosa
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Beautiful poem,in this plain of empty hearts Greetings Sandor
Grattificante y placentera la lectura de tus hermosas letras amigo Mera Gente
Feliz fin del año 2013 y buena entrada de año 2014
Saludos de afecto amistad
Críspulo el Hombre de la Rosa
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