I smiled,
echoing the happiness he gave me.
I relished the person I was with him.
I caressed the love I had for him.
Yet,
as he went on,
I wondered: did I feel the same?
I judge his love to be sugary,
while mine was sane.
I seem to recall a time
when I felt the same way,
even though it wasn't him
the one I fell for.
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PoetryUna compilación de catarsis bilingüe. Dedicada a Nacha, que siempre me la segundea con mis escritos. Me obligo a escribir que es mi fan numero uno.
