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Nov 2018
For you my dearest girl
I would build an empire
out of sun and glass.

Like your heart, it will be
pure and full of light
with every color on the ground.

But with you, denying me
the offer I am left with infinite
space and endless emotions.

Our castle has become my prison,
with all this light the only
darkness here is my shadow.

And yet I can not throw the
stone which would end my
misery and break free.
Everybody says that love is the most beautiful thing on earth.
But not if it does not get answered. Then every thought of her
is an agony - an endless pain which haunts your thoughts every
second you let them in, unwilling to lock her out of your mind.
Simon Röstel
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Simon Röstel  23/M/Germany
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