I’m not the one who’s crying
But i know my inners are dying
But I am the one who was tested when blind
But I’m the one whose mind was filled with lies
For the door will be closing for thee
It will be waiting for someone that holds the right key
Time I felt full with happiness
all there is now is emptiness
We don’t know what’s in front of us
When we shut our minds
Is a time when we let our hearts decide
Till later on I realize there was nothing to decide only me being lied.
For the door will be closing for thee
It will be waiting for someone that holds the right key
- Maritza Rivas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem