My Heart A Darkroom

My Heart A Darkroom

I don't know if you remember me

i remember that last time

you told me you loved me.

You wanted to touch my skin of my soul,

you dared to speak of love

and you were a coward

It has been so long

without knowing about you.

I don't know how to explain it to you

what was for me to love you.

I imagined you kissing me

and my heart is not like before

I love how much i concentrate in

the dark.

My heart is like a dark room

A great long dark room.

-By Jonatan Vega