Poesía fría

Poesía fría

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"El olvidado " Solo buscaba el desahogo de tu amor que Deje perdido en el vacío de mi corazón dejando al descubierto la razón de no quererte cuando te amaba. Fueron días y Meses en busca de tu amor que llene con lágrimas el vacío de mi corazón y cuando te encontré te habías ahogado ahí dentro. Hoy comprendo que el dolor que sentía en mi pecho era tu amor pidiendo auxilio para que le correspondiera. Sin darme cuenta hice de tu amor,un amor no correspondido,cuando estaba en buscan de ese tipo de amor que me ofrecías pero no en tus brazos. Fue ahí donde sin querer tu corazón rompí en pedazos. A mi viejo Amor. ♥
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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