The heart gave
I gained all the red
My pages gained colour
It became clean an crisp
Full of expectation
His became burnt with jagged edges
Burning his story into dust
Visions of the future they had
I only saw the devices
they emitted love
I emitted hatred
They gave
I took
They shared and never asked
I took and never gave
Soon they left
I continued
I looked to receive
And never give
But we can never receive
When we never give
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Poems of a Lonely soul
PoesíaPoems about, the inspirations and difficulties everyone might feel one day. As life goes one we all learn, so try it out and see my world in a poetic way.
