Nightmares on beautiful dreams.
I close my eyes and I think about you but I can’t find you but I know only in my memories is going to be the only place that you are going to be waiting for me, my room is a mess signs of depression.
You touch my face but you hands are so cold and then I hear echoes of your voice that said don’t let the memories to kill you and my tears are falling like the cold drops from the rain outside, I looked to the mirror and I see my self and then I hear a voice that say are you alive?
Beautiful brown eyes that I want to die every time that I make them cry but I know the longest I’m alive I will have this nightmares on beautiful dreams.
Then I remember what you told me, that I should let the bad memories go because the bad ones will kill the good ones so I close my eyes tonight so I can dream with you one more time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem