Thursday

he is

He is the place I’m going to,
The place I really belong.
He is my secret and hope,
My beloved suffering in these cold nights


I’ve wished seeing him walking towards me
But the air keeps bringing loneliness
I’ve lost my intentions of proving my love
My soul speaks so loud I can barely sleep

Facing strangers under the shadow of a tree
My only true desire is seeing him again.
Knowing my thoughts are useless,
I try to forgive myself for leaving him.



Arely Cortés González

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