Naïve
A naïve soul, and its
stupid beliefs,
believed in love
as if it were something
one could perfectly achieve.
As possible as buying bread early
in the morning,
as natural as opening our eyes
in the beginning of the day.
A common ability like: breathing, smiling
and feeling the heart beat.
As simple as that, it was for the immature soul.
Poor thing,
here comes the time to grow up,
to grow old.
beliefs
I was used to drinking you naturally
and, just like anyone else who believes
in things that can’t be seen,
I kneeled.
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