We spoke for what seemed like seconds
And though I was unable to see the tragedies your heart clung onto
I felt that your chest was laden with sorrow
When your silence called out to me in urgency
And for a moment
I had wanted nothing more than to fix you
To love you dishonestly
To make you believe
But how much more would you hate me if I stayed?
If I touched your lips with the warmth of my lies
And how were you sure you really loved me?
If you knew nothing of my flaws
Maybe now is not the time
But who knows
Maybe, just maybe in future
I will love you the way you deserve
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peregrinate
Poesíaperegrinate /ˈpɛrɪɡrɪˌneɪt/ travel or wander from place to place. [ • a collection of the all the places I've travelled to in my mind • ] Insight (#2) beauty (#157) poetic (#1) poetry (#98)