sexta-feira, 4 de junho de 2010

Missing

I miss you..
I miss us.. the common bird,
the common taste of things...

I miss all those winters,
all the holy rain,
lost, so distant, and so broken...

I'm broken... and I miss your touch,
my barriers, my voice...
I miss screaming like before,
crying like before,
because everything was possible,
simple, childish.
It was so good being childish..

I miss being easy,
being always ready,
always partly absent;
I miss feeling the weight of this heart,
this broken heart,
my own tired, bleeding and wounded heart..

I miss being able to say I'm sorry,
I miss my old capacity to forgive...
I miss your hug, you hand, your understanding eyes,
I miss the old days, back when pride was a word I didn't know...

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