Sitting on the subway's stairs,
waiting for the train,
I thought one thing:
"Why am I leaving?"
Although the night was dark,
the stars were shining.
But there was no hope for me,
nor anybody walking.
I'm lost in the night!
Why don't you help me?
Is it because I'm leaving you alone,
and now you don't wanna see me?
I know that you can't come
and be with me all your life,
but I can't stay here
so I have to say you bye.
Sitting on the subway's stairs,
waiting for the train,
I thought one thing:
"You're the one I'll miss."
Mi segundo poema en ingles. Creo que mejor que el otro... Ay! La tristeza se apodera de mi! Ya queda poco para que se acabe esto. La verdad es que nunca voy a olvidar este viaje ni la gente que he conocido...
2 comentarios:
bueno ya sabes mi opinión! me ha gustado y me alegra mucho que escribas en inglés :O) es un idioma muy bonito para la poesía!
:)
sometimes u must leave, sometimes u must do something alone, just to know what u're capable of.
to know anything, u have to try it before, because that's the way of getting the things u want to achieve.
don't expect to have always someone just there to help you, cause in life we have to face a lot of things by our own.
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