quinta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2015


Again and again, I write.
Words of love and hope
words of secret sadness
for what I cannot have.

Again and again, I weave
words into tapestry
a fabric of blissful dreams
that won't come true.

Again and again, I fold
words into origami
paperboats sailing to you
through the night.

But the tides are too strong
and my paperboats fall apart
in the deep waters
of your oblivious silence.

From the cold, rugged shores
I watch them sink
and all I have left
are words for sorrow.

Stripped of words,
I draw on the sand
a loving kiss you will never receive.

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