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Apr 2017
My heart feels cold
Heavy like a rock
tied to my feet
Slowly dragging me
to the end of your strings

I feel my words drowning me
I dont know if you listen to my songs
Underestimating the rythm
My heart beats by its own
I know you cant listen

You found your own
Maybe im not ready
Maybe you were not
Can I be a better version of myself?
For you, It seems like I couldn't

Every time you touched my skin
I gave you myself
You could not see it
Everytime I spoke to you
I gave you my mind

*** was not my game
Your touch blew me away
Smelling you my favorite part
Of that day

You were a closed book
No blank pages for me
The more I wanted to be a part
The more you pushed me away
Dolling next to you
Cristy Sesma
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