Saturday, May 19, 2012

The Tears of a Bull (Poem)


The Tears of a Bull

By: Gus

I want to see you;
besides saying hello in the mornings
and kiss you in the check before I got to work.
I don't want to spend another weekend in the house,
alone, or with you sleeping while I am awake in the living room.
Where have you been?
Why you say something else when I ask you to go out?
Is not the same watching each other in the house,
let's go out,
but yet you keep saying no,
I miss them,
yet you do all the things I want to do with you,
without me,
spending your weekends away,
and yet saying I wish I was there.
I wish you were here;
but I am not going to fight,
I have no intentions to fight for your company,
because I surrender there
at the moment you say I am doing something else;
I don't want to hang out with other people,
I just want one day, just one day with you,
not inside the bedroom,
not inside the house,
not inside the complex,
just outside,
where we can walk,
alone,
even if there is a thousand people.

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