quarta-feira, 1 de abril de 2020

Wishing

I wish I could run
I wish I could hide
I wish I could erase my life from the lines of time.
I wish I never felt 
I wish I could go to sleep 
I wish I kept my mouth shut, never remembered, never had to weep. 
I wish I never being around to feel your perfume, to watch the deepest of your eyes or the taste of your lips. 
I wish I was not me, not this endless blue soul, not this intermittently roll of apocalypses.