Category : Poems

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I moved away from people,
   And the corner of the sheet has now
  Become the space 
 Where I leave my thoughts.
  I talk less with others 
While I talk more with myself. 

 I looked for love 
But I was not lucky, 
But even so I still think 
That one day I can taste it.

  Some saw my kindness as a weakness,
 Others saw my love as a getaway.
  Many times love came like a hurricane,
  Breaking my veins as hairs.

  Every day I live the day
 As if it could be the last. 
I want to leave beautiful memories
 Among my sheets.