I remember you told me you'll be here to protect me from the monsters under my bed.
That day came, where are you now?
I was waiting on the bed, hoping this nightmare wasn't real.
I was alone. They were around waiting for me.
My faith is fading. I don't see you there fighting to make them disappear.
I close my eyes and open them.
The scene remains the same.
They still under me.
I'm here. You're lost.
Now I understand, nothing last forever.
Because this is the real life, not a fairytale.
And the «They lived happily ever after» it's only a cover.
Not a happy life.
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PoetryLéeme. Y en ese mismo momento parte de mi se expondrá ante ti. Y en ese momento mis sentimientos sin expresar hablarán. Y en ese momento mis emociones guardadas fluirán. ¡Atención! Usando este espacio como cajón para aquellos sentimientos que quiero...
