I miss myself
in endless days
of lonely talks
and broken arrows
of freezing hopes
for something better
Tears dried out
in empty path
with different you
in my illusions
I lost my pieces
of fervor that laughed
before they smashed
An empty hole
of the bullet in my senses
that made me recollect you
who never saw me missing
And felt me as a friend,
I was unrecalled.
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Moments of silence
PoetryMomentary poetry. This collection, based on my feelings and new experience I have, for good or bad. When I accidentally got the inspiration, I write it down. I hope you find yourselves here and go easier.
