Santiago_del_Alba
Poeta recién llegado
The first time a hand
touched my heart,
every piece fell silently
as a thin thread.
I hadnt noticed what was happening
Why was my heart hurting
when it was striking my chest?
Also its truth
It was broken.
I tried to arrange it.
I tried to bear every piece
of the breaks head.
But my heart already wasnt the same.
I had love now I have suffering.
Every attempt was a fail.
My hands were there
in way of the air
thrilled to hold
the last drop of a wretched heart.
touched my heart,
every piece fell silently
as a thin thread.
I hadnt noticed what was happening
Why was my heart hurting
when it was striking my chest?
Also its truth
It was broken.
I tried to arrange it.
I tried to bear every piece
of the breaks head.
But my heart already wasnt the same.
I had love now I have suffering.
Every attempt was a fail.
My hands were there
in way of the air
thrilled to hold
the last drop of a wretched heart.
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