The skin of my words
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