Your eyes
For what words
If your eyes say it all?
You told me you loved
My heart and my world
I learned to see you
With eyes to see
You taught me well how to read you.
I have a lot to praise you for.
Why dream
If you are a reality?
I learned that you are a queen to worship,
You gave me the purpose to fight for the truth
For your pure and so rare love.
You are a sweater
For my little soul,
The cold can be colder
But you are the spring
With your very wise words,
That make new fruits grow
Our future together.
But I feel empty
In your absence
But you taught me
To be resistant.
Because you love me.
I learned to keep
Your warmth in my heart
I learned with you to believe
I kept your kisses in one hand.
I keep them so they don't fly away,
Waiting for the cycles of life
Don't take me
Away from my care and joy.
Futile and useless
Futile and useless have delineated paths
That go through making unfounded pretexts
To have a simple superfluous conflict
And go beyond the measure of the simplest complex
Be of superiority and inferiority
Wearing out for no reason at all, the truth.
These include politicians and criminals
Who in their purest nature feel pleasure
In bringing the meanest things
And they are doubtful beings.
Your nature is inconsistent
On abstract square roots.
As guaranteed as guarantee
That the impossible is possible
In the promises of bad payer.
And in the campaigns of those who fight
Against each other
To see who offers the most pens
It is better.
And promises at any level
On the poverty line?
It is better.
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Nervous Breakdown
PoetryThis is a book of Poems About a Nervous Breakdown" is a raw and introspective collection of verses that delves deep into the tumultuous journey of a mind in crisis. The poems capture the essence of anxiety.
