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' Letterbox In My Head....' By: Sunshine Garcia - Poem by sandra vallejo garcia
I looked out from my window ledge accross
the feilds below me, To a cottage in a garden
underneath the blueskies Island breeze.....
Your letters holds our photographs
Those faces familiar but the scene half
forgotten, like a stain that never cleans.
Fresh through my mind like
I'm floating by wearing the sky like a dove.
There's nothing quite as certain as a letter
from reality, neglect those obligations
and never threw away those keys.
We've struggled in the curtains from the
glances river of dreams...
You may say I'm just a dreamer but that's
all the envelope keep dropping through the
letterbox in my head.
Our memories will linger on
constantly reminding what we did wrong?
I always recognise the writing that explode
in my deep breath, but your voice will change
the rythym above sad stars singing like a perfect night.
Well you ask me what is right from wrong?
Is there so much truth out there?
and I still don't know what side I'm on
and don't be careless with the freedom you choice...
who will notice when it ends?
some are strong lies and playing my tears,
the days of our darkness lie ahead, never caught
in the wind of change,
Like a childhood values silly lies we learnt,
Nobody sees the otherside of who you are?
nobody sees that! either a two way mirror that
hides in a Letterbox in my Head,
The Power of love thats heals and mends.....
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