Waking up there

Faraway… waking up there one morning

Just you and me, and maybe the sun.

 

I’m not sure what I mean when I say faraway,

But I know that my faraway place

Doesn’t include all you people I’m tired of

It doesn’t include grey skies and pretentious and “creative” minds.

In my faraway place, you and I always tell the truth,

We don’t hide what we believe and disguise it with politeness,

We don’t need to justify ourselves to anyone,

We are not constantly judge.

We’re faraway, and it is sunny.

 

I dream of closing my eyes at night, hug you,

And suddenly waking up in this imaginary land.

I don’t know if I want to be there forever,

But I know that more often than I like to admit,

I wish I could be there.

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About silviaeningles

I’m Silvia and these are some interesting things about me: I was born in Puebla, a beautiful city in central Mexico. It is an old city, founded in 1531 I live in Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada I have a blog in Spanish that you’re welcome to read (http://comenzandolashistorias.blogspot.ca/) I love hummingbirds, tea and Mexican candy I really enjoy when readers write and comment on my posts I love writing, and I really enjoy poetry (reading aloud my favourite poems always makes me happy)
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