Short poems aimed to describe the feeling of losing someone without really losing them, but yourself. And how painful it can be to discover that even to your own self, your past version will never come back. All that's left is the current version, l...
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Is that why I can't understand A word you pronounce? Because I'm just not in love with you? Made by original sin Forced to live in between unsteady thoughts But blessed enough to enjoy losing myself In those books and words Paintings and swords Nose is filled with memories of libraries And my hands tend to be blue due to ink But even so, when so attached I've been I can't understand a word you pronounce Perhaps it is that as much as I love literature I just can't deal with your own language? Has it been some type of miscommunication? Why is it that I'm no longer In the need of being with you? As much as I tried, nothing seems enough I'm too much of something, just like I'm nothing to you Is that why I can't understand A word you pronounce?
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Jawline created by the universe to cut diamonds He stands right there in a gorgeous baggy suit Crosslines, tuxedo, grey squares, bottoms up Not so white t-shirt, film picture posting I can see some golden stairs Where once I used to cry on Someone new is there, standing beautifully Looking through the sunglasses Yet his eyes are sharp enough to penetrate The camera, the viewer, and myself Prompted by death in one single stab So I type fast and concrete Jawline created by the universe to cut diamonds.
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August is ending And with her, my hopes are in a line Where they don't expect anymore They just wait for September So that the leaves from autumn save my heart Bring some joy to my soul So that I can endure the upcoming winter To bloom again in summer Without having to cry every time August is starting.
