Your arts are ever green /Poem/
Those time's still lives
The chair you make
the arts you drew
are all in the room
A place I sit and think of you
You drew better
more than better
why do I know it now
Mama talked to me
but It didn't listened
she forecast the good road
for us
I was not so strong
to hold on
She said all this I am going through
right now
It was like she was in the future
I keep dreaming of you
of your perfume
smelling every corner's of my room
even your admirable smiles
finding joy in my heart
I feel lost in my mind
I feel I am lost in everything I do
It just because of you
the tides were so close
I get used to stay with you
The yogurts we used to drink together
taste not like it anymore
the shirt you advise me to wear
do not suit me anymore
It's only the alcohol
I finds comfort's in the alcoholic
But it's not good for me
it just making me to stopped thinking
I will stop thinking
and I will stop drinking
I would let go
and I will start anew.