Treasure Island

Lucifera Santez

(4th feb / Belize)

Naked Love

For you I am just a ghost,
Washed ashore the banks of shadow,
And you never look at me,
In the same way you ignored me before.
Without you my world’s grey,
Without colors, without solace,
In your vivid world,
You don’t have a place for black……
I guess that’s what I am to you,
A shade, a forgettable past.
Sometimes I try to defy my destiny,
Sometimes try to prove, you mean nothing,
But if you aren’t anyone,
Then why does it hurt,
Your disregard, your indifference.
It ices my heart,
Burns my soul,
Even for a moment with you,
I would abandon everything,
I would give up all.
You never want that moment with me,
It hurts me, can’t you see?
You try to kill my love,
Somehow I always save it…………
I would even give up all my smiles,
And take all your tears,
I just need a chance,
Would it be too much?
For you to spare me a glance.
I am a sailor,
Lost in love’s vast sea,
Oh my love, my darling,
You are my beacon,
A lighthouse for me,
I know you would protest when you hear it,
You won’t ever agree.
I guess your memories,
Your smiles, your words
Will always be mine,
And mine alone,
When I can’t have you,
They seem like best substitute………….

Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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