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Oct 2019
I don't feel the words I speak
I don't feel my heart beat
The smile in my story
Is gone like my body

I've been scarred too much
With this thing 'love's touch

You did this to me
This time I tried my best
To save the rest
Yet it would not be

The book of life
The pages now have text
To close my book is next
Though my story'd be silent
For this end will be violent

The torn pages
Were the worst stages
I'd wish no eye
To see the reasons why

I leave to the moon tonight
Maybe there I'd shine bright
This is the end of my fight
Close your eyes darling, goodnight

Yet
Poetry used to help me escape my emotion. Though I lost my words, I lost it all, I'd wish no poet to lose their words. (To my sunshine: Maybe it'll work out one day... I'll be waiting for you on the other side of the stars
Written by
Armand-DeamoJC  21/M/South Aftica
(21/M/South Aftica)   
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