The years of the stories

I miss all those days
that we talk besides
a classic old movie
that we never watch

anything that´s mine
and i could take
the feeling you made me
thing i won´t forget

songs in my head, spinning again
until today, or maybe yesterday

Is the year of the stories
when we used to cry
when we shouted each other
until late midnight
the days we spend
watching at the sky
looking for a mistake
or even to our lives

i must find another
way of living till tonight
cus i need to survive

maybe i´m wrong
perhaps every month
we have to catch
another love, a new best love

Is the year of the stories
when we used to cry
when we shouted each other
until late midnight
the days we spend
watching at the sky
looking for a mistake
or even to our lives

 

It was delightful to read your poetry on this peaceful night...

XOXOOXOXOXOX