lunes, 18 de julio de 2016

Hope, CR VocalesV


Your mouth would open,
your lips would move: up and down, up and down.
You would move your arms and exaggerate your gestures
and I would see you from a distance, 
from a place where I couldn’t hear you,
but I liked to think you were saying you loved me.
A destroyed city lies between you and me,
with its thousand fires, and its thousand dead
I just hope you’re not rotting among them. 

- CR VocalesV

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