Sometimes

Sometimes you can find some words
And you start to play like a child
Throwing them on the left or on the right side
But these are returning like a boomerang
And could wound you.

Sometimes is more difficult to say I am sorry
Than overturning a rock
Because the words are more heavier
And more sharp

Sometimes you say good bye
Looking to the sky
And the Sun is reflected
By the tears
Or maybe is only a shadow
Inside.