With a smile,
without a scream,
I was living forever in a daydream.
With a glance,
a rare butterfly enigma had appeared,
with tears from an amalgam I saw,
we were drowning
and it ended, almost going crazy.
That pain was always worse,
without a bit of honey to heal her.
Held in warm, protective hands,
sewn with linen thread.
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Fall's Games
Poesía✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
