My heart cries more than my eyes
There is coldness in my mind
The truths, I cant accept
Lies I don't carry
In the darkest nights
In the mornings I die
You woke me up in my dreams
In reality you hide from me
Fantasies are so many
Serenity is so little
I am confused where to deny
I am confused where to rely
Now, in this modern world
My soul is old
My mind is slow
My heart is raw.
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Feelings
PoesíaShe has a paper heart, And when she dreams , You know she looks , For the kind of love , you, Only see in books...
