Solitud

And then the elephant in the room went quiet,
a simple joke for a simple crowd.
The pink on it's ears and face went up,
defining the moment as a turning point.
Still, there's a quiet pink elephant in the room
and it's just better if we dont see it.
And the words to be said are left ..............................................alone
sitting in a corner and laughing
never care about sad little songs,
those come from the place where no body goes.
In code, for those who might ask,
there is a problem with bitter sweet
acid and p.o.r.e.s dont really mix
even if with out each other life goes brown
and light might come but still there is no end to it.
Questions¿? and answers¡! stand on the same line
as un-marked boxes in a playlist inside
a computer, a mind
never mind the never ending list and breaking heart
that words might hurt but still only words are
the friends that make room for others
the family that makes up for the rest
And babbling it goes, as tears do stream down.
Alone in a room, with orange waiting to ring.
Some things just arent meant to be mixed.
Before it's said, the hybrid might want to add
that loneliness is a bitch
silence is overrated and,over all
mistrust is too...