I was used to disappointment and regret,
and then I knew him and I never forget.
I was never sure of love anyways, but
he came into my soul in a warm summer day.
His deep brown chocolate eyes were all for me,
but he saw something that I didn't see.
At last I end the same, with disappointment
and heart broken, when lies are truth and
love is chosen.
September 26, 2013
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Three souls of mine
PoesíaSo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
