A veces las fases parecen enojosamente insuperables y las caras inolvidables; otras pasamos por una fase como pasamos por una baldosa mal puesta en la banqueta y olvidamos a alguien que con ahínco se nos presentó.
Este poemita lo escribí para la escuela, pero pues me gustó bastante.
Lost now. Memory
train. Memory lane,
Memories: not lost.
Remembrances of you
Of this, of that, of us
Not us. But you and I.
The fragrance of days
Long gone by now.
Tests. Colors. Songs.
Beauty lies in the eyes
Of the beholder. I
Behold, Believe. Beware.
Music. Perfection.
Lullabies of fresh air
Young love…devotion.
Lust. Love. Lust. Love.
Lost. Losing it. Lost. Isn’t it?
Freedom. Melody. Me.
The distance. And flowers
And time. Sleep is silence.
Extensions of loveliness.
Forgetfulness widens.
Noise is the key:
A new power rises.
Colorless. Blissful.
Free will, but will not
Forever last. Forever lost.
The heart swells and bursts.
Stomach aches and turns
Turning into something.
Something. Someone.
No one to catch
A falling, fading star
Implosions, explosions.
Freaking out. Letting in
New hope, old fears.
Leaking in my head
Head, heart, lips, hair
Spirals of nothingness
Borrow an ear; lend lips
Take on a mission
Danger. Power. Faith.
Earthquakes, waves of gray
Shapes and sounds once blue
Fade. Your colors got lost.