To: my dream lover
With: all of my pity.
You were the kind of boy I could only find at 4:00am in a book of fairy tales.
Morals so high they could have broke status of beyond.
Trying to conquer my heart.
Claiming my holes.
Sailing to find it all.
Getting lost in a sea of hearts, forgetting the task you first were going to develop.
And you refuse to go through all that mess.
But love...
"You were never that strong"
Losing yourself. Piece by piece, moral by moral drowning in the curvaceous waves.
Exploring each curve .... curves that were unfamiliar to you and didn't belonged to me.
But little did you know.
"Desire claims In the simple cruves"
And
Sadly you never were that strong.
To become a brain, a mind, a body.
A body with values to follow.
Sadness or mess wich is the best, when you lots everything that you were made of and you're left with just an empty mess.
And a lot of curveous waves.
I've forgiven you though.
But it's not like you can forget, losing your true love because of lust.
YOU ARE READING
Something Like Poetry.
Short StoryCosas que escribo cuando vienen a mi mente. Cuando no se como más expresarme. Y cuando la aburricion es grande. Things that I write when they pop in my mind. Most likely when I don't know how to express my feels, I shut them down on paper.
