to tell you how I feel...
When my heart is broken
When the words aren’t spoken
And I don’t know what in life is real...
One thousand poems are not enough
to get me through the night...
When my mind goes south
And your name leaves my mouth
And your memory has stolen my sight...
One thousand poems are not enough
to ever heal this pain...
When my soul is aching
And my body is shaking
And your voice is thunder in my brain...
One thousand poems are not enough
to ever set me free...
This misery is bliss
this curse of your kiss
it’s all that’s left of me...
art work: Dmitry Shorin
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4 comments:
Otra vez el corazón roto??? Otra vez la herida de una ausencia???
It may be hurtful, but productive. Keep writing, please. Your poems may become love spells to get you free.
I love this one...
... as much as the others.
no tan rot... y no tan herido...
eMi - my poems are the love spells that got me in trouble in the first place... but I will keep writing knowing that you will keep reading... you look lovely by the way
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