An orchid to remember


I put my love in your wrong hands,
there was nothing I could do,
I was blind
and I was deaf,
sad and naïve,
lonely and fool

The salvation I saw in you
was nothing but an old wound
All those lies I needed to hear
make me believe we really were two

But now I see in the darkest of me
a stubborn bright light
not coming from you
my beautiful soul
still in the fight
talks to me kindly
and tells me the truth:

«Keep being honest
and sharing your heart
keep dreaming and writing
your poems and songs
maybe one day, long under the grass,
she’ll bring you one orchid
and remember her love».

El Matallana

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