i wanted to write something beautiful
something that would help you raise your head up against the rain
the kind of words my mother would tell me
todo va estar bien, every thing is going to be alright

i wanted to write something that would bring a smile to your face
como esa vez que nos quedamos riendo y ra caíste remember that? no okay.

i wanted to tell you a story, the one of my great anscestors who survived
but most of it was full of pain and labor up until the sun rise

Published by ciriacisbeth

Writer. Organizer. Believer.

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