Change.

As regards the Poems part of the Literature subject, we had to write a poem about what we wanted to. Here I share mine:
                                         
                                            Change.

                  I used to believe in the love movies talk about,
                  true love.
                  The one that can stop time, abstractive.
                  I used to see sparks fly when I looked at you,
                  I used to daydream about a lifetime love,
                  the one that made life as soft as a cotton candy.
                  I used to deem about a love that had no bars, bendy.

                  Now that you´re gone, it´s clear as water.
                  Maybe I was gullible, or just a believer,
                  that I could be your remedy,
                  that perhaps I could heal you,
                  or maybe I was just callowly lost in your eyes.
                  I didn´t know how to love, not ready for goodbyes.
                  Maybe it´s me,
                  and my blind optimism to blame.
                  Or maybe it´s you and your sick need
                  to give love and then take it away.

                  Nevertheless, we can´t blame love
                  for the person that left us half alive.
                  As with all, it depends on the person.
                  Or maybe it´s me and my blind optimism,                                                                                               searching for light in everything.
                  Promise I won´t play the naive role again.