On the train,
Going anywhere
else,
My mind flies to
long gone memories.
My first crush,
First butterflies
on my stomach,
First date,
First kiss.
Every face I felt
in love before,
Not understanding
how could I fall in love,
For so different
people,
And then, there’s
you.
The you that showed
me what real love feels like,
But it was the same
you,
That showed me what
a broken heart feels like.
In front of me
there’s a couple,
Cuddling and saying
lovely things as we used to,
Should I tell them
how loving is hard,
Or will time do it
for me?
Looking outside the
window,
I see an old couple
holding hands,
Thinking that one
day I thought it could be us.
But now I’m like
the old lady sitting next to me,
Writing poems and
looking to old pictures of loved ones.
Remembering the
love she felt before.
Is that the future that
waits for me?
Living alone in a
rent house with seven cats?
Or will love find
his way back into my life,
Through other’s
eyes?
2 comments
Apesar do meu inglês capenga, acho que consegui entender o post.
ResponderExcluirMe lembrei daquela música Runway train da década de 90... marcou geração.
Tem post novo no blog - adoraria sua visita!
Bj e fk c Deus.
Nana
http://procurandoamigosvirtuais.blogspot.com
OMG, Ayu!
ResponderExcluirYou rock in all languages. Your poem is so beautiful and full of deep feelings! I really hope love finds its way back to your heart (with someone who deserves you and takes care of you like you should be).
And remember love never comes from a Boludo! hehehe
xoxo,
Fernanda Rodrigues | contato@algumasobservacoes.com
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