Se que a todos nos da por escribir poemas cursis, a mi tambien me pasan esas etapas, y ahora escribi esto, inspirado en un personaje importante, de manera irreal, de pensamientos claros, de ausencia corporal y de presencia constante y sentimental...
Para ti...
(Por que en ingles? simplemente a veces las palabras nacen en lenguas que conoces y si convives con 2 lenguas es cuestion de suerte)
Somenthing Wasn't Right
The last night we were together,
Only one shadow was on the wall,
Two hearts beating at the same time,
With a song in our room,
With your head on my chest,
We really maked love,
We really became one,
A perfect one togheter.
Today somenthing wasn't right,
A big piece of me was lost,
It wasn't my heart or soul,
It just was the perfect one.
I screamed your name,
I screamed loud,
You weren't here,
It just was a dream, that was...
By Irak
miércoles, 9 de enero de 2008
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