The Things are coming out

This is not oneway, is two ways.
One backward and the other forward.
To reverse the time could be an agony of years.
Years, so many numbers and so few crops of love
That we have making in a year.

The things are coming out, and I cannot handle it.
Is hard to turn the road of love, that road which was
Special and beatiful. Guys should take a license
To learn how to drive the word love.

Back to the beging, when all started every way.
New adventures, floppy promises had been cut
Like a scissors crashing papers.

The things are coming out, and I cannot handle it.
Don’t make preassure, don’t push, don’t arrange cause I may
Fly away from your heart.

Things are coming out, from my side, from my hands.
Keep thinking how childish I could be.
But once again, right through that corner
I will take my ticket of my own happiness.[/From: EnLunada:::wub:::​

 

uhh hermanita este fue un genial poema que leí.... desde hace mucho tiempo no lo hacía, gracias por escribir y dejarme beber de tu trova. Besitos cianóticos hermanita...Jemrog

 

We always comeback to the beging to start our history and the things are comming out.

Good thinking a pleasure to read you.

 

May be it's a pity, may be is good... but we always come back. I think that it's necessary, helpful.
Thanks for share this poem with us.
Hugs!

Sol.