I hate goodbyes.
And yet,
When you didn't say: goodbye
All I wanted
Was for you to tell me: Why
And then goodbye.
But you didn't.
Instead you became a cold case.
filed away in me head,
Unsolved.
It's not a case file that will be thick with dust In one years time.
No.
Each page will be peeled open,
Each page examined with wet eyes.
The photo's will drink up the oceans,
That are dripping from my eyes.
While my overthinking mind, embraces the sleepless nights.
27/07/2024
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My poetry
PoesíaA collection of all my poetry that I have written from 2022 and onwards..hope you enjoy!! //most of them are in English but there will be some here and there that are in different languages// ///marked as completed because I don't know when or if I...
