I thought I was prepared
that nothing can make me cry anymore
I thought I could break it without leaving a trace on me
not even the end
I made myself so emotionless that
it was only when the first tears came
and when it couldn't stop
that I realised how much
it meant to me and
how much I cared
and how much
I loved
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Are Loving: Present Progressive
PoesíaWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
