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It wasn't a dissemble,
when they said3-am version
of people where authentic,
honest and defenseless
truthfully didn't hoped this.
You trembled,
questioning me to stay.
you're not messing around, nor want a play
all my eyes catch was a broken little one,
scared to be moon.
or maybe you were petrified,
that I'll walk-off just like they did,
leaving you lone by your self.
Forced masculinity was impel inside your head
You try to act strong,
bury your fears, bury your tears,
that's they way you were raised.
but my poor heart aches, just like you
feel anguish when your fragile,
need somebody to lean on;
or when you whispered
'you won't leave me ever?'
Never endure you,
a cross my heart, a hope to die,
I'll never leave you behind, my love.
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He cried "don't leave me please."
"I'm tom, and your my jerry.
I can't ever stop chasing you.
History knows" she smiled,
Silent promises were made
among there selves to
never let go of each other,
and nobody knew.
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𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭 ➵poetry ✔︎
Poesía[✔︎]Liefdesverdriet [n.] the sadness, depression or pain, one feels about a love that is gone. || ➵ My poem collection, it comprise of dejected, melancholy, agony, suicidal, self-effacing elegy which are very idiosyncratic to me, the inspiration of...
