I desire to disappear,
And I do not wish to stay as a memory of people.
I wish to wave my white flag,
But something unknown is stopping me.
I know we will never meet in the aisle,
Yet I can still hear you in every breeze and melody.
I feel your presence everywhere I go,
And it is agonizing.
How I wish to take away my unpleasant little life.
How I wish I can put an end to all of my sufferings.
How I wish to be the poem, not the poet.
Maybe it is just an unpleasant wish and desire.
Maybe I will stop feeling this way.
Maybe I can be numb.
Maybe, one day you will see me?
My Mona Lisa, the one I am loving from distance.
-R.X-
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A Piece of Heart in Question
PoesíaThis is where I pour my untold feelings in the form of poems. I'm sure a lot of people will relate to this.
