I was born in the heart,
Of a lover unloved,
A secret promise,
remiss.
I exist to those lost,
and those left unseen,
A perfectly impossible bliss.
I live in a lover,
Unloved in the dark,
Her secret promise,
remiss.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoesíaMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
