Well I am but a bird born in a cage;
Thus even when unbound, I'll just come back,
To that cage of your love, where your image,
Does lies and binds my mind, just to ransack.
Or like a dog whose leash tied to a pole,
Does goes in circles round tiring himself;
His actions done for freedom choke him more,
Like what I do for love does hurts my self.
For me love is a Phoenix burnt in flames;
Its death restarts one more of its rebirth;
In endless circles, never ending games,
To die a thousand deaths; a ruthless curse.
I well did tried forgetting that memory,
A parasite replicating in me.
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Sonnets For You
Poesía"Do read those lines of mine written for you; Those lines in which I shared my feelings true. And may in heart of yours form something new From rhymes of mine that bear a story blue"
