lonely there words, words of love,
simple declarations of feelings, for moments of passion, the utter
scared, as if you produce pain,
eliminate emotion, annihilate the weak thread of conversation.
You are the salt of the wounds, are conventional war without cause or solution.
always the same song.
thousand letters to a false address,
imaginary girlfriend full of peace and innocence, smiles gift
leaving my imagination, fictional target
all my love.
you the time and opportunity, are the opposite of my choice.
Big mistake. Poetry
artificial means nothing, empty inside all mortified me, do not you answer
, why punish me,
Why are you the only thing that means anything, indelible Certainty
whole fucking life.
're the dark object of my worship, are the soul of my inspiration bright.
got everything you want, you're my downfall.
And do not do anything with your memory rather than punish my mind and body,
and tear can not stop your memory,
tell me you love me but there is always an impediment
me with all my regrets.
Because I hurt, not to trust your feelings.
ostracism and neglect, I am yellow pages in your memory.
Hugo Alvarado Gómez
http://zeig.blogia.com/
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