Oh, the 14th

t's been a long time since I've wrote my last poem, and I just don't feel I'm in the form anymore. Tell me your opinion in the review...

Passing by the calendar,

Fighting to turn on the different side,

You know you have to give it up again,

There are some things you just can't hide.

I see a picture, February,

number fourteen,

some more numbers sorted in lines,

but in the shadow of all that I've seen,
I see his ocean deep blue eyes...

And so it begins again, just like every year...

Tasting that same bitter-sweet flavor,

The same sweet desire which brought me to heck...

Oh, the Past, please do me a favor,

leave me alone, and never come back!

And I see myself stuck in front of the calendar for a long time,

Dreaming blue eyes, dreaming the time that they were mine...

Oh, the fourteenth of February,
Wakes up the whispers of my memory...