Gone and back again

Gone and back again
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If it was for my pride, I’d be gone…

I’d be miles and miles away but when you near all my body parts are stuck…

That makes me wonder if it’s the habit of me being always close to you?

or if it’s what they call  really love?

As if the rain was answering my doubts, it had started to fall…

yet, sometimes everything appears to be totally able, totally stable

but still I won’t believe ’cause with you everything has another face,

With you everything is like a penny. Two-faced and worthless

But yet I want you still… I want us…

Still deep down inside I hope that somehow you will be different,

What I want you to know is there are times in my life, I didn’t expect to be loved, instead of pitied…

But time is a word that only leaves to guess, to wonder…

Yet, I still got this faith in me that won’t die… the one that makes me still believe that the future we can own,

mold it to our beneath…

I still want to scream that for us it is not too late

Let’s just hold hands again and let our naive hearts believe that the future is limited only by our imaginations…





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