The storm tilled,
I quietly reeled.
Heaving all these obsolete feelings,
gone and over was the bidding.
I sat and observed the world,
seeing smiling faces,
I was alone, sad and cold.
Strangers and friends passed by,
not a sincere face has gone for a while.
I brought my hand up to the left side of my chest,
there it roared,
undeniably lost and never at rest.
I guess this is the end where I begin,
begin to walk away and live my life of kin.
Years had soared,
My life's still the same,
Plain, silent,
only existing through a name.
Brown eyes,
That smile,
passed by,
like a silent lullaby.
The silent man I loved for years,
who silently wasted all of my tears.
After all these time,
I thought it was over,
but when I saw that sheepish dimple,
I again fell, my heart nevertheless a cripple.
This is the end where I begin,
begin to move away and forget all these memoirs we have been.
I had held you long enough,
withheld my happiness,
this needs to stop.
Your heart forever more I couldn't win,
this is the end where I begin.
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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...
