41 | Nov 10
I don't know how long will it take
for me to be able to sleep,
without a heavy heart
for me to wake up,
without feeling abandoned
for me to have a peace of mind
I don't know how many times
do I have to wait til night
for me to be able to cry
I don't know how long it takes
for the sun to set
for the leaves to fall
for the soul to be free

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Moonstruck
PoesíaCopyright © November 2020 by Mystital probably my rant book written in flowery language, all raw from my soul. highest ranking: nov-dec #1 poetry collection out of 21.8k stories #1 poet out of 14.6k stories #1 poem collection out of 6.6k stories #1...