Friday, January 25, 2013


Blue eyed soul when we used to dance
In calypso rhythms and bow our arms
Like Carmen; only deeper in our hearts
Bleeding like children wanting to be seen
More than anything.

Now there are bars and letters
Places I am not supposed to share;
People I’m not supposed to tell;
Tears that are sentenced to my intestines….

But here I am - the real one who sees
The one who used to dance without fear 
before you got lost.

The one whose colors would light my dreams
Now fallen; I am left to live in secrets.
Left to miss you
Like a child waiting to be seen.

Did you know you were leaving me?

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