Maybe Another Day

Sometimes trying is not enough

Sometimes I’m tired of it.


But the truth is I have no one to blame

Because there isn’t a guilty part

Things simply are…but I hate them anyways.

Neither the sun nor the rain make any difference

Neither a cup of tea nor beautiful music.


I close my eyes and see nothing

I opened them and I’ve gone blind.


I lie to myself thinking that tomorrow will be different

Because I know it won’t.

However, maybe it’s a bad time to write what I feel

Because once I start crying, there are very few positive things around me.


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 ( 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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