There's a trace of you in my eyes

Love fades and I…
I know I should not land.

Today's waters mean tomorrow's ice.
Today seems yesterday´s forever.

I will create the need of being colder:
no wing of mine was meant for fire.
But I wish and I want and I lack!
To be no more than a winter gravestone.

My dead heart is warm, but not for love.
Hope may be rotting itself.

Hanzel Lacayo

p.s: How we hate silly poems, silly honest poems...