sábado, 27 de mayo de 2017

Spoiled.





Another lonely winter day, going to work.
I spent another morning dreaming about her.
It was at a train station.
The last station
The worst of them all.
And she made fun of me
With its perfect beauty,
In open phrases
It was breaking my heart.

I return to reality
Precious reality,
Where did you pretend to be
As my soul sister.

It was so our ...
I felt it so uniquely ours,

That does not seem strange to me
Your retaliation