lunes, 27 de enero de 2020

Words, just empty words.

Words, just empty words.
Empty like your soul.
Soul that once I though one of a kind.
But at the very end totally unkind.

Unkindness disguised like an angel.
Angel that I don’t want to recognize where it came from.
From the very shades disguised as light.
Light that dazzled me.
Made a total fool of me.

My me was melted into her until me disappeared.
Disappearing into her wasn’t enough.
Melting.
Disappearing.
Burning.
Wasn’t that enough?


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