terça-feira, 23 de julho de 2019

Poema 224

I never though that you were my soulmate
I could see the man of my life
A curse - but not in a negative way
The one who's always in the corner of my mind
I've been feeling confused about this
Like I can't find the shelfs where it belongs
And I don't say that with any sadness in my speech
Somehow you both exist in my broken home 
You've found your place alone inside me
And so did he
I hope we can survive this - the three
Just like all the things we already did

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