I feel stupid today...

... so I'll just drop this here. I'm not a poet, anyway.

How was it, God, How was it like...
that whisper, that furtive kiss
under april's ashen sky?
It was just a babble, an stammering attempt
to say everything withouth speaking,
desperate melancholy.
But words didn't came out.

Vague impressions of a broken evening.
I still find your trace sometimes
in my clothes, in showcase reflections,
in other lips murmur;
And I want to blame
the never spoken words
to close my wounds.

Maybe someday you'll forget this story,
the streets crossed to see me,
the lame excuses to touch each other,
and that clumsy silence
while we caressed heaven.
Well. Maybe you can.

But don't you ever think I'll forget,
after so much loving,
the cruelty of the denied word
in your tonge,
that coldness in your eyes
betraying
the dead promess in your mouth.

😉