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Zephyr Blofeld
England, London    Poetry for me has recently become a medium by which to express myself. I find great joy in the discipline of verse, and love to …

Poems

The voice  Nov 2012
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The voice Nov 2012
I wish you could trust me
I wish you could put
You faith on me
I wish you could give me the
Joy of trusting you own and only daugther

I am sorry for the things I have done
I am not perfect
Sorry fpr the mistakes i have done
But if atleast tried to understand.

I need a friend by my side
Teenage years are hard all by my self
I am still young and I dont need a mother anymore
I love you but I need to be free

I can not hold my self back any more.
Sorry but I need to live my own lofe from now on
The voice Nov 2012
I wish you could trust me
I wish you could put
You faith on me
I wish you could give me the
Joy of trusting you own and only daugther

I am sorry for the things I have done
I am not perfect
Sorry fpr the mistakes i have done
But if atleast tried to understand.

I need a friend by my side
Teenage years are hard all by my self
I am still young and I dont need a mother anymore
I love you but I need to be free

I can not hold my self back any more.
Sorry but I need to live my own lofe from now on
Miguel Serrano  Mar 2015
Waiting
Miguel Serrano Mar 2015
The film just ended
and I am faithfully here,
waiting.

Independently of my dependence on you
and that now
I am not concerned about my concerns,
I wait, for your message

because I have sacrificed quite a bit
for such an uncertain reward as your love might be
—I almost wrote lofe—,
and waiting for a reply is a bit quieter.

I'm sure you must be busy,
I am busy too,
thinking 'bout you,
waiting
like I have been for months I guess,
till you realised that
I am not the only one in need of the other.

During this wandering,
'Have you answered?'
that's my ocassional wondering,
but I check, and you haven't.
Doesn't matter. I just wanted to write
while I wait. Somewhat patiently.
(Laughs)

However, it is close to 01:30, thus,
as said my role, Demetrius,
in our adaptation or version:
"I'm tired. I think I'll get some rest."
This poem is a bit like Every Breath You Take, it can be seen as creepy. If You are reading this please don't get me wrong :P I find it quite poetic, not obsessive or whatever.