IT HASENT BEEN THAT LONG
THAT I HAD YOU IN MY ARMS
THAT YOUR HEART BEAT WAS IN TUNE WITH MINE.
I HASENT BEEN THAT LONG THAT YOU SAID
I MISS YOU BEBE, THAT YOUR ARMS
WAS IN TOUCH WITH MINE,
THAT WE WERE MAKING PLANS
SO WHAT HAPPENED IN SECOND IN A CONVERSATION
OR TWO OUR THOUGHT AND MINDS ARE APART AND NO LONGER OUR DREAMS ARE IN TUNE,
AND WE SCARE TO SLEEP BECAUSE WHEN
WE WAKE UP AND OPEN OUR EYES
WE WILL FEEL THE EMPTYNESS,
THE TIME IS NO LONGER OURS TO PLAN
YOUR HEART IS NO LONGER BEAT WITH MINE
I CAN’THEAR IT, AND THE WARMS OF YOUR TOUCH
IS NO LONGER PART OF ME.
IS THIS WHAT LOVE SUSPOSE TO BE
I NO LONGER SEE IT, NO LONGER I FEEL
HAPPY AND NOW I CAN’T DREAM BECAUSE
YOU NO LONGER ARE THERE WITH ME
Gloria Lago
2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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