The birds are singing.
It's time to go.
It's the end of the Summer.
Maybe that's why you're cold.
The birds will fly to escape from Winter.
I wish I had wings to escape from this suffering.
All I have are doubts.
Is your despise what I'm deserving?
My dearest thing now wanna leave.
While I watch you go,
I feel I can't breathe.
I give you love and you throw it away.
I've been looking for reasons,
But there's no one to blame.
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...
