And my heart,
keeps crying.
Every syllable uttered ,
squeezing tightly.
Are you sad from me ?
Agonizingly,
drawling in my head
and my eyes , they beg
to burst in tears–recalling.
Are you sad from me ?
Put the blame on me
on this red, consuming
And I'm sorry just please
don't be sad from me ...
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Nirvana
PoesíaShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
