The Heart
I cry,
Simple tears,
Streaking down my face.
At the worst times,
To give away,
My feelings,
For you.
This is all is just a nightmare,
But so true,
Because it is reality.
I want to scream,
At points.
This is chaos.
I want to embrace you,
Sometimes.
This is love.
It hurts,
Like hell.
It burns,
Like fire.
It kills,
The heart.
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Hiding In the Rain
PoesíaHere is the truth written in fantasy, and by that it's really secrets of mine, and maybe people's I'm not supposed to know, written between the lines. So really this whole thing is about "Hiding In the Rain" as I put it. "Hide with me, You already...
