Please stop tearing me with these waves,
your eyes the fervent orbs to see me cry;
please stop being the one who saves,
with your mouth the first to make me lie;
because I am not the reason,
for which you lie in your misery;
and it is only a treason,
to be in this resentful reverie;
and I wish you would not blame me,
when you have paved your own path;
because this is not who I want to be,
the one to face your own wrath;
so spare me your sappy stories,
which entail to crumbling bores;
and spare me your falsified glories,
which heave around only gores;
and let me live my sorrowful life,
because it belongs only to me;
let me sail my willful kite,
because my love is only for he.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
