AppleTree

They are just things that cross my mind…
good&bad, people, moments, material things, everything that ever pass through my eyes, and all I can imagine with what I’ve seen with my eyes…
It’s like those nightmares in wich you run as fast as you can… and when you turn around, you see that you almost didn’t move…and you give up, and you only can wait for the worst..
then you wake up… and thanks god, it was just a nightmare!!
I would like to wake up from this nightmare, but it’s not..
I’m too busy thinking in what am I going to do with you…and you are too busy making stories, excuses, and creating, doing, manipulating my thoughts.. trying to convince me to say what you want… favoring you to have one more experience of life to learn more for when you start a life seriously.
I don't need someone weak, who let flow his feelings by the beauty girls walking down the street, or the unexpected lust, and sweet taste of experiences…
I thought i was strong enough to not to let go on my pain, now I realize i can’t live with this regret..with this lie
I did pride aside, to sit in that apple tree where you use to play the guitar, and start to think quietly, WHAT DO I WANT?? THAT IS WHAT I WANT?? I DUNNO!!

Pouly