Thursday, January 17, 2019

Perseverant Pain, poem


Perseverant Pain




My Wish, My Everything

Just a few years, and
we  were committed 
for us to develop all those strange
things were distroying us. 

My Wish, My Everything
Can all of us be destined to live in a fake passive way?
Like friends or just  roomates? 
No, we can't,
It is just a fake article for us to get involoved
For us to evolve 

My Wish, My Everything
A fake relationship and a fake animals' stock
And a fake way to understand all the past
And all the living things that were just 
This wish that is more than whimsical

My Wish, My Everything
I do not write this letter
Only to tell you are my only wish
I just wish to tell you are mine,
My only one, my everything.




By Andrea De La Torre, Step 9