Poetry

Used to 

Your lips tasted like lies,

I never saw again your beautiful eyes,

I still miss your sweet smile,

that always shades light,

 Into my darkest sides.

Your hands became so cold,

you started freezing everything you hold,

our love became old,

you stopped treating it like if it was gold.

Your feelings for me, you turned off,

like if it was easy to stop love,

I know that of me you want to get rid of,
But I really don't mind 'cause I allowed me to let you go.

By Dina Reyes, Step 10