martes, agosto 23, 2005

Metamorphic Friend

Sick of goodbyes
and phoney smiles,
killing time with Friday lies.
When Sundays are fine
I´ll be summer breeze and sighs.

By Waterfire.

1 comentario:

IL Tano dijo...

Lo publiqué porque el poema sale bien de adentro, por ser visceral, te congratulo!