You called my number, late last night, to ask me if i could remember, the events that occurred on our break-up night.
You tell me that i should be expecting some karma, well maybe lady, you should try harder, i hear people say, you've gone crazy.
I keep a good-luck charm beside my bed, to keep me away from the demons inside my head, during my sleep i begin to think, of all the memories of you, and i begin to cringe, as i start to shudder at the smallest mention of you.
If only i never met you, maybe my life would've been easier, you ended up making me feel blue, i found it hard to ease off the pressure. Maybe now things will get better, and now i won't start to bleed heavier.
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This Is Your Voice
PoesíaA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
