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The skin of my words

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Barefoot, atop of the pain,

I saw myself crying after you promised me auroras,

velvety seasons and kisses

that would awaken my soul

 

I see no present, no future;

buried in the past, pretending to be the owner of  your dreams

and the sadness of not having you

makes me desire you

 

You who floated in the ocean of my skin, in my waters,

in the depths of my existence,

knowing that your greedy kiss

anchored mysteriously on my body

 

Two silhouettes, the passion that grasps silence,

my verses ignored by you;

sad words abound tonight

like my thoughts twisting up in torment

 

Return to me,

my crying screams from inside

and my eyes cannot cease to mourn

 

Nothing of what was is...

I face this present without promises of pleasantness;

you who nourished me with infinite love,

have me here sitting in pain

 

It's hard to be silent

and look at myself in the mirror...

I would like to undo the wounds

and adorn your lies with my eyes enclosed in fantasy

 

My soul responds to the call of fear

where you have condemned my existence;

my path has no end... for hope became dark;

only a body remains in oblivion

in what once was happiness

 

The night is almost over, the moon fades out,

my existential emptiness leads to a cry

of  everything I want to expel,

because my pain is my pain,

it is the love and memory I retain

 

I do not have you and the wind tells me nothing,

only memories that become human looking at my nakedness

although I tried and want to evade them

my pain that was once an illusion

and today you stray away from love

 

Devastated, everything has been fatal,

I do not have you, I cannot see you, I cannot touch you;

I don’t know how to go on

because I noticed that my wings are broken

and cannot be healed

 

Hence...

I leave my dream in your body

I leave my anxiety on your fingers

I leave you the immense solitude where I live today

and the skin of my words

 

©Noris Roberts

 

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