Crying Machine
Diagnosed by abandonment and one-sided love
I'm paradoxical; a living contradiction and not enough
Endless inputs of striking melancholy, how can I stop?
The stars in my eyes faded, how can my heart so dumb?
I asked myself repeatedly, "What was I made for?"
I don't know how to feel, I'm just lying on the floor
If I open the door of my comfort zone, is there a cure?
For sure, this is my fate and it will never be a folklore

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PoésieTo all my co-poetophile, Hi! This is my third poetry book, this is already a journey. Wow. I would like to thank all the readers for supporting my works, my arts. Muchas Gracias! This book contains on-the-spot free verse poems that would properly se...