Category : Poems

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Everyone talks about the future

 While I get stuck in the past.

Everyone makes plans

 While I write in my notebook -

All the failures I have had.
  While everyone has someone close 

To them for the holidays,

 I listen only sad songs,

 Thinking about my desires. 
 God, build me a new life,

 A new identity,

 To make her stay,

 To be what she needs, 

What makes her happy.  
You, the one who listens to her pleas,

 Let me be the one she needs,

 The one she can fall in love with,

The one that can be close to her soul.
  Everyone talks about love,

 But my love is lost.

Everyone talks about the future

 While I get stuck in the past.