Category : Poems

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My friend I know that you only live for her and she know it too, but she hasn't seen you confessing while drinking that it's with her skin that you dream at night, and that you'll go crazy thinking of her hands while unding your shirt buttons, while you're shaking in my arms you're waiting for a word, a gesture, or a hug from her. She hasn't seen you weeping with your eyes wide open, she and I both know what you feeling are.

My sweet friend I really don't know what to do or to say to make you happy, I wish I could dictate the souls or in the freedom that she is missing. 

I wish I could fill your pockets of won wars, dreams, and renovated illusions. I want to give you this poetry please dont think that I'm spreading  news.

Maybe my friend one day while reading this you might understand that my intentions was never to tell your story although its very touching and forgive me friend, this isn't  intelligence or wiseness it's just my way of expressing, nor  is it a duty its just my language.

My sweet kind friend the king of this never ending story, I just want you to know that you can count on me.

Maybe one of this days I finally learn to speak without overthinking or overwriting and I all of this story I care because you are my friend.