Sometimes I feel exasperated with you
Like your soul is seeping down into my own face
Your eyes as cold as ice
And your body calling my name
I say soft, warm word to you
But you just push them away
It's like you are dead to me.
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Feelings, Fantasies, and Other Thoughts on Life
PoesíaLife gets out of hand all the time, but sometimes it goes according to plan. Other times, you'd wish that it would go a certain way, and other times you're completely baffled by life. Well, here are my feelings, fantasies, and other thoughts on li...
