I was here to tell all your stories,
As long as I can,
My fingers are trying to write your feelings,
I am putting myself under your shoes,
I'm trying to understand you,
Please I'm begging you,
Don't give up.
Even if the world throw bitter things at you,
Remember that you're still blessed,
You have a kid,
A hardworking wife,
A loving mother,
What else do you want?
Why are you saying goodbye?
Why did you try to kill yourself?
And why are you doing it again?
Then you told me "Her ex lover said that they will get married."
But killing yourself won't change that,
I asked her about that and she said "It's the past. He said it before I even meet your uncle."
But you didn't believe her,
I didn't believe her too,
You don't want to lose her,
But you don't want to lose your children either,
You think the pain you feel will never stop,
But if you die,
Your children will only suffer,
Don't just think about yourself,
Think about the people around you,
Yes. It's not easy.
But we only have one life to live,
Once you kill yourself,
You can't go back to life,
I don't have magic to do that,
Your love to her won't save you,
Your love to your children is the only way to save yourself.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoesíaRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.