Oso Closo
We, Ours
Today has been the loneliest in recent times.Plans we had, moved from ours to being only mine.You were packing up your things,I was coasting slowly through a dream.But you moved so quietlyI did not stir, I slept right through it.You may haveSeen a side of me you did not recognize.But I can't stand The sight of any kind of pain in your brown eyes.
From Letras Mania