It would come out wrong

They both knew that was going to come out wrong
Though they were compatible
He would pour it sweetness and she would pour it salt.
They both knew that was going to come out wrong
She told him every day about the sun in her beach
He about the traffic lights of his city.
Down deep they were looking forward to give in one another
On the surface they laughed, laughed about all.
It would be a drem if things came out fine for them
But they both knew it was going to come out wrong
He wanted to give her an I love you of eight letters
She, to smoke in the bed, with her book,
Lying on his shoulder until late.
Deep down, they only wanted to come back from work
And listen hello, love, how are you?
And tell about everything and late very late
With the life saved and the soul enlightened
Love each other with calm, love by love.
They both knew that was going to come out wrong
But they had the right to laugh and to dream
And they forgot their dreams and they wanted to see more.
And he told about his city in August and she about the sea.
And just in case that was going to come out wrong
They agreed to see each other,
And she said that if he brought his sweetness
and she poured the salt
What the hell, maybe that was not going to come out that wrong!

© Carlos Moya Gomez


Carlos Moya Gomez is a Spaniard poet, born in Valencia.


Arts and expression + Poetry