Easiness was never in my hand,
though I could even have it.
But he was not at all in my heart,
although he strongly tried it.
Having noticed about your choice,
I should have chosen mine,
but you denied giving me words
and either the proper signs.
Tell me you don't love me,
that your soul doesn't look for mine.
Tell me you don't think about me,
that your eyes weren't right.
Just waiting to forget you
not allowing my tears going on
but willing to huge you,
hoping you reconsider my love.
*Novembre 2009*
Siento la tardanza...
