Something I found that I liked

I Solemnly Swear,
Never to tell the Scoutmaster.
Never to tell the others.
Never to let such
Knowledge leave this tent,
Never to acknowledge you
Again, Never to tighten your handkerchief again,
Never to
Look in your eyes again,
Never to race soapbox derby in
The sand with you again,
Never to read Whitman as you
Cuddle till you sleep,
Never to creep, carefully to the lake
With you again,
Never to take wildflowers
To your tent again,
Never to cry for you again,
Never to tie
Knots in each other’s hair,
Never to breathe your air,
Never to touch your inner thigh,
Never to catch your stare.
Never to be two kids together, clinging.
Never to dare.


Addapted from a poem wrote by Michael Glatze

Tu recuerdo, un poco como vidrio, pasa por mis venas y me hace sentir viva… pero me duele…

Te extraño, con el extraño veneno de saber que te ame tanto y que me amaste, y sin entender lo que falto para que no acabase…

Porque te sigo extrañando… y te sigo queriendo  como ayer, y como siempre.