Don't You Wish You Never Met Her

Don't You Wish You Never Met Her


The night goes on,
on your ice cold sheets,
drowning in pictures
were she doesn't leave.

Your solitude
is your best friend,
dwelling in sadness
that never ends.

Her playful smile,
so delicate,
prologues the pain
and endures the threat.

You glue your heart
from the pieces left,
then for a moment
you ask yourself:


Don't You Wish You Never Met Her?
Never in your life.

Don't You Wish You Never Met Her?
Never in your life...

If she nailed your eyes
like a voodoo toy
You wouldn't have less
of hope and joy.

Although it hurts
you won't turn back,
she grabbed your soul
and painted it black.

Passion burns you
in a bitter flame,
if you could choose
You'd remain the same.

Your ashes rise
From the gates of hell
Gaze at your mind
and asking yell:


Don't You Wish You Never Met Her?
Never in your life.

Don't You Wish You Never Met Her?
Never in your life.

Don't You Wish You Never Met Her?
Never in your life...


You know the answer
Better than you think.
You'd run to her side
just in a blink,
and even if
for that you'd die
you know the answer
and the reason why.


Don't You Wish You Never Met Her?
Never in your life.

Don't You Wish You Never Met Her?
Never in your life.

Don't You Wish You Never Met Her?
Never in your life...

Don't You Wish You Never Met Her?


You just love her too much.


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Pienso que mucha gente no entiende el poema y por eso no te lo comentan, en mi opinión personal creo que deberías de escribir en español, pues es una página internacional, pero diría que el 100% de los poetas son de habla híspana y eso hay que respetarlo, pero te repito que es mi opinión personal.

 

Está en la sección de la Torre de Babel, amigo. Aquí la gente escribe en idiomas.

Pero tu opinión personal se aprecia.

Un abrazo.

 

¿Sabés? Cuando lo leía me lo imaginaba como canción, no sé por qué, le faltaba esa música de fondo que lo haría llegarte al alma. Gran poema.

 

Es una canción... hehehehehe... Está basado efectivamente en una melodía.

Yo no soy buen músico, pero afortunadamente tengo amigos que si lo son. Y de los mejores.

Un abrazo.

 

Very good poem, well done my friend, "drowning in pictures were she doesn't leave", that is brilliant, congratulations.
Alaric.