Those eyes (my father's eyes)
Oh I miss you.
Oh I can feel it coming over me.
Again.
I’m so scared, so fragile.
Though it was over.
Though I'd won.
But …
Is still there, little thorn, small and sharp, harmless until I move.
So stay quiet.
Shhh quiet.
Does the pain never go away?
Shhh, don’t move.
Was it worse before?
Shhh…
Scratching my chest.
Don’t be afraid.
Oh I can feel it coming over me.
Again.
I’m so scared, so fragile.
Though it was over.
Though I'd won.
But …
Is still there, little thorn, small and sharp, harmless until I move.
So stay quiet.
Shhh quiet.
Does the pain never go away?
Shhh, don’t move.
Was it worse before?
Shhh…
Scratching my chest.
Don’t be afraid.
posted by diundd at 5:17 PM
1 Comments:
coja escribe!se queda el hueco. yo estoy llenando el mio ahora a los 36..mas vale tarde que nunca.
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