I wrote some letters one sunny morning,
decided to send them to you.
Waited for an answer too long,
but there was nothing new.
So, I asked myself a question,
one night after 12:00 a.m.
Little lights in a dark room,
leaving traces in my head.
Silent thoughts in silver and blue,
so chaotic to be understood.
And then I asked myself a question,
but did I need an answer still?
Tell me, how could you love someone
who is not even real?
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Poems
Poetry"Always be a poet, even in prose." - Charles Baudelaire I love to read poetry, but even more to write it. Here, I will show you my poems, some of which are inspired by famous songs, books, and movies. I'm not a native English speaker, so if you find...
