Category : Poems

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I write again, gathering the piece of paper 

Left on the table with my thoughts.  

I am writing again although yesterday 

I wrote the last words.
But today it already seems like an eternity.

  I write, because only through what I write,

 Can I release the thoughts I have kept

 Throughout my loneliness nights.
  I write again, through the tears I want to shed. 

 I write again because I want to listen to myself.

  I write about words I can't say, 

About all my emotions I can't live sometimes. 
I write because it's easier for me than to speak,

 To use words that are easily lost 

In the background of my dramas.
I write because I don't know where to go,

 I write because I have to live before being dead.