23 de febrero de 2016

You can.

You can be
the ghost in my home.
You can be
the voices in my head.
You can be
who awakes me.
You can be
who doesn't let me sleep.
You can be
my love.
You can keep
my feets on the ground.
You can bring
my head from the clouds.
And you can
if you want to.
But you don't want to.
And I'm happy
because you don't want to do
these thing.
Thank you.
With all my heart.

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