MINE

Of some form

one day you were mine

in a dream inside of a night

lost in the time

you were so mine

inside of a paradisiacal island

imaginary of my soul

you were the calm

that it moved away the winds from the discord

and the storms of frustrations

that my ways to drenched

one day you were so mine

and this day was

what I lived truily

and it was valid

for all the others

where nothing it occurred

One day you were same in a sheet of paper

in a modesty poem

writing in a solitary hotel room...

mine!