Saturday, December 01, 2007

Meaningless ______

Midnight shade on my nails.
Soft color light bounces off everything
and anything on its way.
Little lights that cry celebrations.
Music everywhere
melodies and lyrics
that are hard to understand.
Constantly thinking of the impossible.
And I'm happy.
But I'm not sure.
And I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow
or a year from tomorrow.
If I'm not here anymore,
say goodbye
and sweet dreams.
Don't worry, that's just in case I'm taken from you.
I won't leave you.
I will never leave you.

1 comment:

Usnavys Rivera said...

That's a good poem, m'ija.