AWOR

in poetry •  8 years ago 

                                                                                             AWOR

                                                                                  Yo que escribía amor

                                                                      Ahora solo queda un rastro de dolor

                                                              Una línea temporal con la fragancia de su olor

                                                                                ¿ Cáal es la causa doctor?

                                                                                           El amor o yo

                                                                                    Yo o la falta de calor

                                                                                       Por un ser amado

                                                                                       Que nunca valoro

                                                                                     A este ser condenado

                                                                                   A una lucha por su amor

                                                                               Más se que el tiempo es justo

                                                                            Y a pesar de no haber sido amado

                                                                         Se que algún día ese ser tan esperado

                                                                                       A mi vida abrá llegado

                                                                                             Para darle amor. 



                                                                                                    AWOR


                                                                                               I wrote love


                                                                             Now only one trail of pain remains


                                                                   A temporary line with the fragrance of its smell


                                                                                What is the cause of the doctor?


                                                                                                   Love or me


                                                                                         Me or the lack of heat


                                                                                                For a loved one


                                                                                                  I never value


                                                                                       To this being condemned


                                                                                            To a fight for his love

 

                                                                                    More I know that time is right


                                                                                      And despite not being loved


                                                                              I know that someday that long awaited


                                                                                                 I will arrive soon


                                                                                                 To give her love.

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