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Isidade

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

6 poems·Since August 2020
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Still

August 11, 2020

 

 

A tear comes into my eye, when your face

appears to my mind. My eyes rain,

once they remember your eyes full of light.

 

My heart drips blood, every time

she remembers seeing  you

leave without your desire.

Time does not heal this wound of mine.

it can’t make my eyes shine.

 

I suffer for you, like the moon suffers

for the sun. I cried, and yet never

figured out why you walked away,

no matter how much I tried.

 

You left me, you left me.

All this emptiness

Stabs like a knife.

 

I still cry for you,

waiting for your sweet love

to come back one day.

 

 

 

 

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