Sweet pacific nebulas of
the bright sun.
I saw blood in my hands
and a powered charged
g u n.
Black roses and funerals
were my best friends. But
every sad story never
comes to an end.
I had o be decapitated
sooner or later.
With a last smile on my chapped
lips, yours were the forehead
I could never
h i t.
By: Paulina E. Mojica Narváez
June 19, 2014
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Three souls of mine
PoetrySo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
