Woke up on a Saturday morning
The day was dull and dead
I couldn't find my way to live
Nor an eyesight to watch ahead
I dragged myself with heavy eyelids
Out of my crumpled and empty bed
Onto a mess of unsuccessful poems
Soaked in the tears which I had shed
I got a delivery after few minutes
And I opened my house's door
Wishing you'd be standing there
But I forgot you ain't here anymore
I couldn't see anyone in my sight
For my eyes were red and sore
But a box of half a century poems
Written by a heart that I once tore
Each poem made me feel your pain
The torturous feeling that I know
Days went by and I kept thinking
How a flicker of flame like you could glow
Never knew words could hurt and heal
Never knew this lonely sorrow
So here I write another fifty poems
To be the witness of our love for tomorrow
And always
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CAGED EMOTIONS | BOOK 2
Poesía❝ Regrets kept hidden All these years But now they are out Without confessions ❞ Poems with a tinge of love And a lot of apologies. free... free... free... © SweetSimu. •°• ON-GOING •°•
