Monday, February 28, 2011

All of these things and more…

These are the post cards I could never send
These are the photos of my lost and forgotten friends
These are the poems that brought me to my knees
These are the paintings that haunt me in my dreams
And these are the letters that form the words you long to hear
These are the nights I wish I could just disappear...

These are the songs I’ve carried in my heart
These are the memories that have torn me apart
These are the kisses that I never could give
These are the days I was born to live
And these are the moments I want to run away and hide
These are the nights I sure could use you by my side...

These are the wishes that still haven’t come true
These are the schemes I left behind for you
These are the pages of the books I’ll never write
These are the broken wings of an angel shot down in mid-flight
These are the whispers she used to sooth my wounded soul
And these are the nights I need a woman like you to hold...


1 comment:

Isabel Martínez Rossy said...

Nunca sabemos que nos traerá el próximo día, amigo.. es un bello poema, pero piensa que a veces encuentras algo que creías perdido o vives lo que pensabas que nunca ibas a vivir...