Pienso en ti
Y no puedo pensar en otro
It doesn’t make any sense
It just is
I want to write
I want to write you
But you won’t answer
And I don’t know why
And it kills me
To know
You mean a lot to me
I’m thinking you don’t know
How much exactly
Y quiero estar contigo
Pero no es posible
Hay tanta distracción
Entre tu y yo
I’m sure it will happen someday
I mean, who doesn’t?
It’s a perfect fit.
I think it’s the best to close now
My lines are getting a little long
And my mind a little muddled
It feels so good to get it all out on paper
My conclusion, I guess, is to wait
Wait as I’ve always done
Wait to see if you’ll write back to me
Call me and say:
Allo? Edith? Que bueno escucharte.
Tenia gana de escuchar tu voz….
Author notes
i dont know what to say about this piece, it really was just emptying my mind at the time (and my pen). its not meant for literary worth, just some overflow of thought onto paper. feel free to comment, but i dont care to edit it.
Written February 9th, 2006
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Very nice, and like you praised my poem for, I'm sure this can appeal to a wide variety of people
not sure what some of the words mean though lol
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