martes, 31 de julio de 2007

Lost

I wish I knew what drew me to you,
Even if I squeeze my brain
I cannot find a clue.
You gave me that look
(Yes, the one that hooks)
You lent me your smile,
But just for a while.
That memory I replaced
With a dim, heavy sky
About to burst into drops,
And wash away any memory
I may hold.
(Your smile flew away
With a bird that got lost
While circling the spongy sky).

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