"Pero por mucho que uno marche, hay cosas que uno siempre lleva consigo, cosas que le envuelven o le punzan por dentro. La ilusión de vivir libre a toda costa y de estar siempre disponible para toda oportunidad que se ofrezca, impide echar raíces en el suelo y . . .. No se puede cortar a un hombre toda relacion con el pasado, no se puede mandar a nadie por el mundo sin raíces, Aunque el pasado sea doloroso o vergonzoso, nos pertenece tanto como le pertenecemos!". Emiliano Jimenes

miércoles, 27 de julio de 2011

...What if I...

What if I tell you that we were ment to be together,
what if I tell you that we did't find each other by chance,
what if I tell you that I did't feel this way before,
what if I tell you that I fell in love with you,
what if I tell you that I really care about you,
what if I tell you that I used to miss you,
what if I tell you that I don't care anymore,
that my feelings died the day when you chose to move on.


What if I forget you and just live as if you had never been here with me,
does it hurt,
would you feel anything,
would your nerves pain,
would your heart break,
would it make you feel empty,
like if you bleed all that you feel,
like if all your happiness escape the deepest of you
like if you loss something you thought you had for granted,
like when you wave your hand to say goodbye
like if a part of you just step aside,
leaving you alone,
diying every second that you breathe in this world.


What if I tell that this is the way I feel,
like if I have lost the best part of me,
like if I die every day that I wake up,
like if my life was a punish because of loving someone that belong to other heart,
like if somebody cheat on me,
like if I have lost what I loved the most.


What if I tell you that here am I,
not waiting but missing you,
not dying but killing myself in this solitude.

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