A pit grows within my stomach, calling for attention.
I thought I had gone through everything, prevention.
But my ideas right now aren't worth mention.
It's hard to watch as the light dies from your eyes,
while you hide your face in hope that you won't cry,
even when you feel that this is close to goodbye.
Pain is as light as a soul,
even though sometimes it can take it's toll.
Even though you were the one that stole,
my heart away from me with all my trust.
But I shall not give a whole bunch of fuss,
because this is only because of lust.
So pain is light like the soul I carry,
even thought it's extra ordinary.
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PoesíaThis is a book full of poems, notes, and other sorts of things that help me out! It's... Idunno.weird.
