Pieces

Un poema en ingles o mas bien dicho mi primera composición formal en ingles, algo sencillo ero la verdad tenia ganas de subirlo desde hace tiempo, ojala les guste.

Pieces

Trying to forget everything about you and me,

Trying to sleep in a cold bed with the rumour of your name,

Like a blanket covering all my body with a tender touch

The sorrow of our past start to suffocate me,

With invisible hands around my neck

Im starting to choke

With memories,

With feelings,

That I didn’t want to remember once again

But in this night of autumn

I feel them and remember them very clear in my mind,

In my soul,

In my heart,

In my shapeless body.

Hopeless,

I close my eyes

All become into darkness

I know that regardless everything I do

My timeline is coming to an end

And nothing is going to stop the count back

All that I can do is to face it

Like a man,

The funny things is this,

I’m not a regular man

I’m just a kid,

An orphan kid,

Without any kind of illusion,

Because the only one that I had

It’s gone…

I’m holding a picture of us in my hands

I’m holding a piece of the love that I´ve felt once in my life

I’m struggling with myself trying to keep myself quiet,

Strong and perfectly sober,

No more tears it’s my statement for this cold night,

No more useless words, all I have to do is give up

Give up while the dark of the night remains.

Ian Pavel