Barefoot
Barefoot in the puddles of my memories
and my head resting on the shoulders of my innocence.
I’m walking the streets of a city that seems lost,
although not as much as I am.
My shadows always go with me, tickling my feet,
and I smile at them, hiding them secrets
that I don’t even confess to myself,
in case it rains and the leak covers everything of water,
drowning what we were and what we will be forever.
You made me free to escape and not to be,
so I never was, I just left that room in which once we felt joy.
And they say it was love,
although the caresses left marks on my skin
and scars on my soul.
There is no forgivness that saves a broken child
from feeling is forever lost.
