My only blessing is Your Happiness

I told myself not to recall any moments of us being together,

I told my brain that memories remained memories, 

I told my life that you were there only a decade of my life. 

I whispered to my cells that silence was the best gift for you, 

I whispered to my heart that letting go wasn't a difficult action, 

I whispered to my tears that the heart knew what it always wanted. 

Your happiness is being together with the one you love, 

My happiness is moving on to the path I hope, 

I hope your love does take you to the right constellation. 

We taught each other to love, to learn, and to live. 

He forgets his promises by capturing a world of colors, 

I remember his words to remind myself not to fall in a world of roses. 

Love, is not an obligation - you don't need money for honey, 

Learn, is not a decision - you don't need temptation for sensation, 

Live, is not an attention - you need contemplation for reflection.  

Moving On: My scars in the stars.

Moving is easier, Moving on is a feeling, 

A temptation, a judgement, or an act of letting it go. 

Her heart can feel the scars when she looks at the star. 

They wink at night by giving a glimpse of light, 

The moon smiles with light to warm the night. 

No thinking out loud, but thinking about...

The feeling of scars is the torn paper, 

She tries to discover the colors under the umbrella, 

There is no sky but try. 

 

A voice, an echo, the first verse for her first love:

The lust is rusted with trust, 

Trust is a must to last, 

But, Last has just Past. 

She put the umbrella aside, 

She begins to change the rhythm, 

Her rhythm of joy: 

When you know the moon has found its star, 

Protecting their future light, 

They way they smile will shine the day. 

I will be the shooting star 

To continue their spark, 

In the darkness of heart.