There were times I hurt you,
Times I made you cry,
Your heart ruptured,
And your eyes gave out.
Regret is a strong word,
In a sense it is serene,
The way I feel about it,
I gave up on myself.
I wish that I was the person
You longed to be with,
The one to share similarity,
Hearts beating as one.
Don’t give up on me now,
Time mends; even distance.
I wish I was everything
You wanted in me, to love.
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.
I chose life, and left you behind, There is more to life, than just us, I looked at the sky and gained hope. No one is too special, nor too similar, Everyone is unique, With just enough unlikeness within. I chose life, and held it by the hand, I embraced my present, happily, I accepted …
I dream of walking on stones, barefoot; it is rough, yet smooth, It brings me comfort To think of something so, It is strong, and secure, What more could one want? As I walk along, I see the horizon, Dreams are closer than you think Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden …
She didn’t mean to do it, Running, panting, looking For a reason to turn back, And find home, at last! No one looked for her, No one noticed her. She now walked freely, No screams, no violence. No signs of hate or remorse, No signs of criticism. The sun was about to set, She happily …
