Poems from Marcilenaaa
Blow with the wind
Sometimes
Making all of the right decisions
And doing everything right
Is not enough
To take you to the right...
If these teardrops stained
The palm of my hands
And bleached trails on my cheeks
I would walk the journey they have set forth in front of...
"But she didn't end her final love letter with 'I love you'. And from that point on, I realized that she never did..."
-m.c.-
Silent teardrops at the beginning of the day,
Still in bed.
Not a possible ounce of motivation to get through the next dreaded 24...
In the depths of the mountains
I am ever so invisible.
As the sunsets fade at the crease of their peaks,
I glow.
I could choose...