They say “home is where the heart is”
But that is not completely true
Because my heart only feels safe
When I am close to you.
I try hard to erase you
With all of my might
But you seem to be all I want
Every single damn night.
I stay up listening to our song
And thinking about our talks under the moon
Hoping and wishing
Our paths might cross again soon.
But you don’t love me anymore
Why would you, right?
But you’re all I still wish for
Every single damn night.
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The Beauty of a Cracked Mirror
PoesíaThis is my collection of poems that I'd like to share. I don't sensor my feelings so what may be "dark" to some is just pain that I want to vent. On that note... enjoy!
