Griselda. Poem by Christian K. Montiel

GRISELDA.
As everyday I think about her, that I should let it go from my head because it doesn’t make sense to talk about her when she didn’t belong into my life after all.
They say after the storm, everything will be calm as the first time that she meets me but now everything looks the same but I wonder why her memories still affecting my life today?
Beautiful brown eyes that make me feel happy whenever they looked at me when she try to ignore me but I hate my self whenever they cry for the storm that I create when they were blind.
Nothing shouldn’t never bother you again just like me back in two thousand six, December what a weird month at the same time I’m happy but at the same I’m sad because I can’t bring you yellow flowers Griselda.