I run away because you looked sad
Every time you were in front of me
I used to feel dizzy when we take hands
But lately I felt like some one you didn’t want to see
Sitting next to phone I waited a call
That didn’t came
Ignoring that I tried to see you
And you said you didn’t want to be part of a game
But I was so serious
Now I now you´re far
Trying to show you don’t need me
Looking seclusion, your new little toy
And I get a photo to see you while miss your voice.
Once in a while I look news from you
I promise I wouldn’t; now you know I do
Dear, neither your lips weren’t closed to any body else
Nor I didn’t want say what I said.
I’m here, looking for you in the exact place where you can’t be found
Listening to the silence that shush the radio
hearing no sound.
2 comentarios:
a picture is not enough, we also need the vibrations of that voice that makes us fly.
Take care!
A eso se refiere el poema
al silencio de las fotos
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