Category : Poems

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I tore the sheets I wrote to you.
 I tore the photos in which 
You smiled ostentatiously.

 I wiped your touch from my fingers, 
I burned the last trace of lips
Left on my shoulder.  

But you come back like a ghost...
I feel, like a cold shadow on my back. 
I look back and there is no one to see me, 
I think you just want to drive me crazy. 

 I tore from the calendar the day I met you, 
I deleted from the diary the day
 I invited you for coffee.
I deleted the trace around my shirt, 
I invite you to get out of the nightmares.