Can you give me back
My beauty my innocence
Can you return back
The childhood
They said you're able
I saw you took my heart from it's wall
I fall for emptiness
I can't pull my eyes from your hand
The hand that is filled with blood
My power source is stolen
It's your hand that is making me again
This time this moment
I can't fill myself with
Empty nothing it's void colorless
Red I need something
Put your hands where you gave me nonsense
Pull me to your own time of arms
Make me honest and I'll be
What does I really want?
You or what I gave you to have?
Make me honest so I can live free
From that calls itself as me
Or from the hands that my everything is laying on
Let me go and I'll run
To the rain and the cold
To memorise of the best happiness
Let me go so I can be back
By my own self with my emptiness
From my time to yours
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The asunder word
PoesíaFinding taste in words that are meant tasteless. Words that hold stories.