How can I let go
That love that I loved to know?
How to stop burning
That flame in my chest,
That tears me without mercy
Without letting me rest?
I'm living cold days,
But my heart is on fire.
The field is white of snow,
But my heart burns of desire.
It is cold outside of me,
Because my heart stopped of hearing
Your sweet voice calling me to live
That love that once you gave me.
I wish you could not resist,
But who am I to make you stay
When all you want is to leave?
YOU ARE READING
Cold days of a heart on fire
PoetryI should scream to the universe, But what is my voice after all? It is just one more between billions, And, with my death, it will not exist. So it is better for me to show what I need By writing my love, anger and dreams So I can make people see on...
