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At the spot where we last saw each other
Funny how I look around for traces of you
When it is obvious you are no where near.
You are treasure,
In the palms of another
But was trash in mine.
I stare blankly into mirrors,
Looking deep within my lost soul,
Hoping to find guilt and remorse
of mishandling what was meant to last.
But all that surfaces,
Is nothing that could be brought to words.
Symbol of love
that often made
this stoic guy joyfully cry
You are gone
And that is all
Goodbye.
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Boys feel too| Poetry
PoesíaA poetry collection describing an unpopular truth. 'Boys feel too' is that book for Guys across all races, social backgrounds, beliefs, and identities to let them its okay to feel. More importantly, it's okay to talk about it.
