Peace
-[- C - L -]-
This long internal war,
Is ridding me of peace.
I don't know what it's for,
This thing in me called peace.
I'm so afraid to lose,
This thing in me called peace.
My mind is like a fuse,
Set to cleanse my world of peace.
I'm sure something will come,
And cleanse my world of peace.
That thing will be unwelcome,
Unless it leaves my peace.
I'm so unsure if I
Can keep this thing called peace.
What is this thing called peace?
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PoesíaThis book will never truly be finished, because I will never stop needing to write poetry. This is a collection of poems that I have written about my life. I can't keep them to myself, so here you go. Some are about heavier topics, others are just l...
