Days go slowly by
As tears fall shy
The truth breaks her heart
As she knows he can do better
Her heart tells her to jump
Her mind false to comprehend.
His touch
His smile
His love
His passion
He is himself.
To be honest
She cries
She die
And she relives
Every night
Tears fall
Her head hurts
And her heart breaks.
She doesn't know what to do
To gain his love
His passion
And his touch.
She doesn't know what to do
To gain him as hers.
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PoesíaA collection of poems each holds a little part of me and sometimes other people. So please feel free to comment. what you think then also don't be afraid to share this book with your friends.
