Looks like clues 

 

The poems that for decades

Were forgotten

Insi[ght]de my aunt's

high school notebook

Now make sense

 

Love histories´

Lightening plots

About people that meet

And fall in love

Now make themselves read [re]read

And feel deep

Refused cigarettes

Car changes, the found papers

Looks like clues

 

I feel like I am giving

what I never had

And I give

For your perfume

Remain in my lips

forever

To listen to a new melody

And it is going to be singing

The words I've ever never written

Love makes sense

Now that I have you here

Copyright © 2021 Isiely Ayres

[All rights reserved.]



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Image
CYCLE The TV consumes time N' the time consumes the horizon Till the day when the sky Will be all consumed It's the end of the endless N' you're included In this unpredictable future If you don't turn back to your reality The media consumes the money N' the money consumes the life Till the day when the life Get in extinction My faith consumed In this alley, in this abysm The beginning of one more day That's over when I go to sleep One day less in this world One more day without your love It's the pain and the end But it should never end up I left a lot more Than of only my trails on your street I left my heart at your home And I left my soul on your sky N' it'll be consumed With your horizon When it’s no longer possible To turn the hourglass of your life That's why I attacked the cycle I didn't buy you Copyright © 2023 Isiely Ayres [All rights reserved]  
Read more
Image
NOTHING STEALS How would it be ? When each one Look at their selves in the mirror N´ they love their selves alone How it would be ? The darkness Behind each one´s look I would like to be right there But… That was important to me That always had been How it would be ? When each one Wants to know about the other How it would be ? When the other wants To know about each one If you always wished to be right here I am the one who always has been N´ whatever... When she arrives Nothing steals The place She always... Nothing steals Copyright © 2024 Isiely Ayres [All rights reserved]  
Read more
Image
SHE´S GONE I make scratches and scribbles Coz I don´t want to speak about you  I already changed the matter a thousand times But the essence of the night got lost In the clouds, which are hiding the moon I can´t see it from the route It´s time to travel again But I have lost the direction Where I should go Nice I still have some... It doesn´t matter She´s gone, she´s gone N´ she left you With a thousand miles To lose yourself While my eyes are running All over this empty room ´Coz I don´t want to hear people screaming outside I get my backpack N´ bye bye for those who stay It wasn´t going to last forever So for me only now is enough N´ to the love Oh baby to the love [Ellipsis] Copyright © 2024 Isiely Ayres [All rights reserved]  
Read more