Am I allowed to feel disappointed,
Am I allowed to feel the pain,
Of the open heart, you left behind,
A part of my childhood being taken away.
Am I allowed to say I'm angry,
Of the things you never did,
But sorry, darlin', I can't say the words,
Because on the inside I'm shattering.
And I'm out of words,
Because you left me behind,
When all I ever did and more,
Was standing by your side.
Am I allowed to say I'm frightened,
Of the person you've become,
Because I remember the aunt you were to me,
And suddenly she was gone.
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Dust of the untold
PoesíaYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
