Just give me
Your hand.
A small gesture
For us.
But big enough
To electrify.
A simple thing
So complicated.
Who knew what
To do.
A problem arose
That destroys.
Pieces break apart
One, two.
It's separating us
To break.
I didn't think
It would.
It surely might
Ruin us.
Our everything is
Now nothing.
I wish it
Could change.
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Ink Stained [Poetry]
PoesíaA collection of random, poetry. Some happier than others, some full of pain and sadness. That's poetry, full of meaning
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