A tribute to my Mom who is no longer with me. A little lengthy, but I had much to say. If you read its entirety, then thank you for the time you spent in reading about her. I view it as a gesture of honor for this legendary and beloved being.
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A tribute to my Mom who is no longer with me. A little lengthy, but I had much to say. If you read its entirety, then thank you for the time you spent in reading about her. I view it as a gesture of honor for this legendary and beloved being.
Love me, like the moving moon.
Love me like the hunch girl.
Love me. Like the heaps of teeth crushing into war.
A life stems from the nice mistake of love.
A life starts from the lie of her mouth.
A life starts from the time I die.
A swallowing truth.
Goodbye to honors of poets.
A lie.
Things of honesty dissipate lover looms.
A vile lie.
A girl poet.
Her.
Sunidhi
Melómano Una y mis melodías te dedique. De entre otras miles más. Por qué solo necesitaba alguna. Que coincidiera con nosotros. Con aquello que pretendíamos ser. O lo que pensaba que éramos. Quizás pensando en enamorarte. Y quizás no pensabas en quedarte. Tú cantabas tan dulce. Yo tocaba la guitarra para ti. Parecíamos la canción perfecta. En un cambio de ritmo te perdiste. Fue cuando en sus brazos terminaste. No te fuiste sola, consigo te llevaste. Partes de mí, solo me dejaste. Ahora estos audífonos me ponen triste. Pues cada que suenan vienen con recuerdos.
infernal wings
i’m heartbroken over somebody i haven’t even met yet,
my heart years for the inevitable disappointment i’ll feel when it’s over
¿Se tendrá que exhalar el ultimo aliento para ser relevante? ¿O eso solo pasa cuando eres permanente?
Un intento fallido de artista.
Gracias a ti, sigo aquí. — Dijo él mientras se veía al espejo. Y entonces suspiró, para luego sonreír.
— @jorgema
Ya quiero dejar de extrañarte.