Category : Poems

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I will become a stone,
 If you take all the love from my bones. 
 Don't you understand,
 That I have nothing more to offer? 

Like a lake that has dried up,
 Like a robbed house. 
 I have nothing left. 
 There was nothing left in my heart.  

It is a space that grows in me,
 It is a void that I filled with tears,
 That flooded my veins,
Making me drunk.

  I will become an object easy to use, 
When I had love to offer,
 When I had a soul, 
Many humiliated my thoughts. 

 I didn't ask for much, 
But I received lies,
 And these buried me to the nails.

 Pressure,
 Love without foundation,
 I am just a loser, 
Wanting things that can't happen.  

I will just become a rain 
That makes clouds cry,
 Fighting with the strong rays of the sun.

  I will become a stranger.
 Anyway, you only know my name,
 After you stole everything, 
Don't you understand
 That I have nothing left to offer?