I found a treasure chest
beneath the ocean in your eyes
and the gold within shone like a beacon
pulling me to you.
there was a saying from the wise
to reach your goal
keep your eye on the prize.
I saw your smile
and my eyes never wavered
but it turns out gold isn't worth as much as silver
and salt water remains sour on my tongue
and the wise left out the part about how sometimes you win the wrong thing.
You were a breath taking scenery but you forgot to give me breath back.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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PoesíaBear with me through these midnight moments and daily empty talks because if you don't, who will?
