Poetry Book/Poemario

Missing You (English/Inglés)

Sitting in my bed thinking
of getting out of my head.
Thinking of the moments
that we had. Good and not
so magical. But now those
moments vanish with the wind.
And now another butterfly has
caught your attention. What happen to those moments when...
We texted words of love. What
happen to those passionate kisses
under the moon?
The night is eternal without your
warm hugs.
Still I'm sitting here on this bed
Thinking of writing to you my eternal
love so I can vanish them from the
existence as you vanish our love with
another butterfly.