martes, 28 de octubre de 2008

When Was It?

When was the last time you looked at me with the shine in your eyes.

When was the last time you decided to grab my hand and actually never let go.

When was the last time, that you told me with your smile that you'll protect me.

When was the last time, that all those truths became into lying secrets.

When was the last time, that your glance got tired of looking and decided to take another direction.

When your perpetual armor behind me suddenly fell down, and all the dreams that I decided to build all over the sky were again inside the palm of my hands. When was, when you wanted to be there, sitting by my side; talking about random stuff while my silence comforted you.

When you looked at me while you went down on the disappearing, pretending to be a frozen moment of good-byes and sudden regrets; but there was still a tomorrow. When was, when you could kill the time and make me see all in just one fair second; when your golden hair only seemed the most beautiful thing on earth, your pale face, your changing of colors eyes.

When was, when you decided to keep me on the same spot forever, when you wanted to hide all the false love you had for me. When was, when you wanted to touch me but then left me with the only sensation.

When you could play and I could only follow you, when your voice was the rhythm of a heart beat. When was, when everyone said you would have eyes for me, when I could see you glimmering from a first floor and I would only fly into your presence.

When was all that?

When was the time where I hide my big wings and caught only a smaller ones, in the fright of only have them broken. When was the time when my intuition told me that all of those good times were only good times of the past; and that they would never transform into the future. What was the last thing you said to me, which were the exact words you whispered that transformed into an unexpected good-bye.

When I thought that something would be different; when I thought that all of it could be just a faint, but strong hope and only became a faded one. It was all of that; your persuasion, my intuition, after all; what was all that.

When was the last time when the truth was given to me, when I already knew all of that. When was the last time that I broke into tears and left all of that saved in the past, and then I followed the next days, when I knew all of that would happen, and when I thought you'll be forever the good person that I met.

When was all that?

The answer was perhaps never. Never; never because most of the things were only kept on my mind; never, because maybe all the stuff that I thought of was never on your mind, never; because sometimes I dared to think that way, never, because some situations were the truth; never, because it just stood that way.

Perhaps that's why my subconscious still keeps its imaginary hands around you, making me dream even when I don't think about you; or perhaps it was just a faint sign that will vanish within time.

When Was It?

1 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

Yo daughta!...just thought I should post a comment here too (:

I really liked this one, very much, it's kinda sweet but nostalgic at the same time :3

And I love the way you write and express yourself, you know it :p

Keep it up girl! xD HAHHA