The sun sheepishly shone,
everybody achingly groaned.
How the world seemed so hot,
visibly incinerating each being,
until they'll all rot.
I was quiet; still,
looking from my vantage point.
This is my favorite among all places.
Among this place I could secretly look out on you,
seizing every stolen moment I can share,
for deep inside I completely knew,
that's all I can ever do.
Everybody was busy except me,
I was concentrating on this great sight I always see.
A glance of you,
a little bit of daydreaming too.
But suddenly reality waded in,
I forgot that you were unreachable,
my chance wearing thin.
How I bitterly smiled,
my heart broken and gone on the inside.
As busy as everyone can get,
I silently cried, that's all I get.
No one noticed my tears,
For they were preoccupied by their pretty obvious fears.
There I deeply wept,
shredding the pains I silently kept.
Now coming out in a form of a tear,
my frustrations coming out clear.
Life was that limited,
each turn I had achingly hit the walls.
My state as of now?
Its gloriously tough,
and I can never ever yell enough.
My heart was cold,
yet I was that bold.
My life was tough,
but it was clearly what I had.
As I sulked with the tears that fell,
I knew from that moment my life would be hell.
This is then the end,
the reality—
I could never repair,
let alone
mend.
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PoesíaIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
