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I found her in the vapor of a summer dream
She was standing in the door to Paradise
When I asked if I could see her in the sunlight
Her laughter matched the sparkle in her eyes.

Her smile was like a sunlit pond at twilight.
Her eyes resembled sapphires at high noon.
Her hair was like a swirling touch of midnight.
Her voice as sweet as birdsong heard in June.

Her appearance gave me cause to stop and wonder
If who I saw was really standing there
Or was it just my wild imagination
Creating loveliness from smokey Summer air.

I crept a careful step or two towards her
My pulse was pounding madly in my throat
She frowned at me then edged a little backwards-
And suddenly between us was a moat.

There was no bridge or any walkway over.
She was securely on the other side.
It seemed as though she couldn't let me join her
She made that clear no matter what I tried.

I wrote a note of love on parchment paper
And sailed it to her in a little boat
She reached down to fetch it from the water
And read while lumps were forming in my throat

She tucked the folded note into her *****
And wiped a forming teardrop from her eye
She smiled and then she sadly whispered to me
The only word I feared - it was Goodbye.

The moat became a little stream of water
The doorway, two tall Jacaranda trees
The paradise that somehow she had come from
Transformed to smoke, soon taken by the breeze.

And I was left alone to stand and wonder
If everything I’d seen was truly there
Or was this just a middle-aged delusion
Providing me a thrilling tale to share.
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Half finished for several months, it's not the story I started to write but I guess it is the one my pen wanted to tell. I was a big fight and I lost badly. sniff.
To forget someone
You need to remember first
And that's the odd thing
Is it possible to forget someone you don't know? And to forget someone you need to know and remember someone. Paradox, isn't it?
You push me beyond humiliation,
digging up my wounds

Decaying Confrontation,
you question my fruit
  You're the plague,
So I accept the infection

The bed of lies sinks deeper,
yet it flourishes enough
to be forgiven again
Stay Away - Charli xcx
In a world full of  chaos, strive and pain
The best thing to do.
Is stay in your lane.
Being true to your self.
De tan lejano alcance,
tan agridulces recuerdos.

Recuerdos que me disparan
como ebrios mercenarios,
provocando vértigo a mi corazón.

Me esclavizan y me torturan,
como un látigo en mi espalda.

Borré las huellas de mi pasado,
para no caminar otra vez
con los pies descalzos,
por los mismos senderos espinosos
que dejaron dolientes cicatrices.

Lancé una moneda al aire
y jugué a la ruleta rusa
con tus recuerdos,
como si encontrara alivio en ello.

Suspiré tantas veces que sentí fatiga.
Fatiga dentro de mi pecho insípido.

Me sentí como un siervo herido
huyendo del cazador mortal.

Te niego frente a otras personas
para sentirme más fuerte.
Pero el fantasma de tus memorias
me persigue indómito.

Más te extraño
cuando mis manos alcanzan
las metas trazadas.

En las noches el vacío me consume,
como si ya no tuviera vida
desde aquel día en que me fui de ti.

Pero nada me quita el sueño,
porque no he vuelto a soñar.
you are the half of my soul,
i never knew i needed
te amo
Let us pretend
That we were nothing
But some casual affair
2 AM ***** dystopia
Just another night
To forget

Let us pretend
That years of silence
Can somehow bend
White lies into
Truth

Let us pretend
For burying regrets
Seems all there's
Left to do
We should be pros by now...
tip toes to an imaginary line
drawn in the sand,
speaks in shadows,

tenderness, raw and sharp.

raised by wolves
she chews to the bone.

kiss the wind
my love is gone.
flesh became the silent cathedral
who whispers of bread.

the child's eyes
as black a veil as the Gaza night
have not tasted hope
                                                            ­            
and the multitude of the thin, faces sallow,
ghost the empty cooking pots
that offer Lilies

when hunger falls heavy
the moment before a scream
the sorrow sparrows grieve
what hell waits softly with silent breath.

once upon a time in the Holyland
the earth forgot to morn
and silence wrote the ending.
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