In a waiting room

This feeling I get Every time I send A couple of lines over to you And you leave me hanging Dry Without the least acknowledgement or reply Is like being left standing Constantly in a waiting room Of a dentist clinic, Where I am certain I’ll receive pain But it is exacerbated By the unnecessarilySigue leyendo «In a waiting room»

Love is a drug

Following my own schedule, which usually doesn’t concord with the rest of the world’s, I have decided to share this love poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago. Alright, I confess, I shared it on Instagram the right day, but you don’t need to follow me in all platforms, do you? In fact, ISigue leyendo «Love is a drug»