Category : Poems

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Sometimes I wonder if there is someone for me too?  
And if so, where does it live right now?  
Sometimes I wonder if I really loved someone,
Or if I was loved as much as they talked to me about? 

 Sometimes I wonder who could understand 
The life I live and the fears I hide behind my skin.  

Who would understand my tears 
That I let slip on my cheeks, 
When even I will not understand 
The reasons of the black worries. 

 Sometimes I wonder what will happen
 Of the day of tomorrow 
That will take me 
Further and further from today's memories.

   Sometimes I wonder if I deserve love 
And if I am able to offer it to the same amount?

  I have outlined a framework
 In which no one can fit, 
Maybe that's how perfectionists do it. 

 Looking for love in fairy tales,
 Dictating by their own white imagination.