Crystal glass-Poem @annacarstairs

Deseè tanto poder compartir la mesa.
Un amigo, un extraño alguien para tener cerca.
Sola estoy en una cama donde nadie se presenta.

Como un fantasma, un anciano alguien a quien no consuela.
Me desvivi tanto por las personas que nadie se acuerda.
De la pobre niña que se cansaba de estar en la acera.
Ayudando, sirviendo, acomodando pero dejando de lado
Su vida, su futuro y su amor desenfrenado.

Nunca se amó de verdad, nunca me ame de verdad.
Miro a la luna esperando un futuro alentador.
El blanco desde hace mucho dejo de ser mi color favorito.
Tétrico, sin vida y tan frágil a la vista.
Una mancha, un rasguño una imperfección a la distancia.
Por eso a pesar de vestirlo odio lo que me hace sentir.
El vaso de cristal esta a mi lado.
En una cama, en una mesa y en mi triste pasado.

El vaso de cristal esta en fragmentos.
Un intento de delirio para sacar los tormentos de un corazón.
De un Corazón que pronto dejara de latir.
Tal vez el vaso de cristal esta menos roto que yo.

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The glass is made of crystal.
It has been with me for a year
The glass is made of crystal.
And I can't get water.

I wished so much that I could share the table.
A friend, a stranger, someone to be near.
Alone I'm in a bed where no one shows up.

Like a ghost, an old man, someone who doesn't comfort.
I've gone to so much trouble for people that no one remembers.
Of the poor girl who was tired of being on the sidewalk.
Helping, serving, accommodating but leaving out
Her life, her future and her unbridled love.

She never really loved herself, never really loved me.
I look at the moon hoping for an encouraging future.
White has long ceased to be my favorite color.
It's so lifeless, so fragile to the eye.
A stain, a scratch, an imperfection in the distance.
That's why even though I wear it I hate the way it makes me feel.
The crystal glass is next to me.
On a bed, on a table and in my sad past.

The crystal glass is in fragments.
An attempt of delirium to take out the torments of a heart.
Of a heart that will soon stop beating.
Perhaps the crystal glass is less broken than I am.