The bullet is prettier than before.
wasn't he blind or his face was closed?
His eyes sewn shut than before
I have dream that every night I would regain
forever young,he wanted me to be
once he said that whatever I am He would still accept
he fell asleep holding my age
but time would break it away
and he would get old someday
but he would not sooner get any younger
and the crows feet in his hair
Would die before him
the bullet was never been prettier.
If only his breathe was the same as before
if only his strength was the same as beore
if only he was the same man that I have met before,
but no,
i would rather face this reality and crawl on all fours to change myself
than to get back into that time that i was still in the midst of my dilemma.
By S. Villalobos ©
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