Putting a hand to my cheek,
The only place your lips dared to kiss,
I think of your heart on her sleeve;
And I, you no longer miss.
My own heart screaming innocence
While you make love to her;
Not a trace left of what we could've been
Or of what we once were.
Your heart once worn on your sleeve
Relocated to hers now instead;
And I simply wonder if to lose your love
Is to allow your soul to be dead.
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PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
