The days are passing and I am thinking.
My skin is made of desire,
But you're too far to notice it.
I forgot about some kisses,
But the ones you gave me are never forgotten.
I'm going to send you a letter.
It'll be carried across the sea,
Resting inside of a bottle.
Maybe the day you read
I'll already be free from my sorrow.
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...
