8/5/15

It's not my turn
I know this
But I push
And I expect miracles
And happy endings
But how can I,
If there are no beginnings?

I look for the obvious
Sunshine smiles
Wrapped in full lips
Pools of bluish grey
To lose myself in
Pipe dreams
A fantasy

I need to remind myself
That I squandered love
I wasted time
I'll get over myself
Count the stars
Enjoy the solitude...

P.Frias