Feeling frustrated, time goes by,
nothing shifts as I look the sky,
sure that someday it will all end,
but that is no excuse to bend,
so I hope that soon my tears dry.
I think it is my time to fly,
yet no one lets me, don't ask why,
but hopefully my wounds will mend,
feeling frustrated.
Maybe it is because I'm shy,
that I can't adapt to this lie,
all the messages people send
with bad intentions, at the end
they just help me to justify
feeling frustrated.
4 comments:
Cristina, donde tomaste esa foto? El joven de la izquierda se parece mucho a mi hijo!
Pedro estoy casi seguro que los dos de los extremos izquierda pedrito y derecha guille.
el primero a la derecha es mi hermano.. ya los otros no me acuerdo.. :P
Los poemas parecen salirte tan facil..!! ojala a mi me salieran asi.. aunq no sean tan bonitos, simplemente que rimen para collins ^^
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