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loneliness
my dear friend
i don't mind
you fulfill my days
but you scared me a bit
yes you did
coming silently
when i was laying
naked
next to him
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look at these
faded photographs
we've never taken

flourish summer
our faces above water's surface
gaze fixed on each other

all faded all faded all
no second can go back
no touch i can feel one more time
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Sandoval Feb 2018
I really don't know what to tell you.
I try to be the best human I can be,  I
sometimes care too much, I care a lot
about many things;

and it makes me depressed..
I've been depressed ever
since I can remember,
and i'm just really sad most of the time..
and not being happy, is the most awful
thing I could do to myself..

So before I can love you,
I must first love the grey pieces of my
old, echoing soul.. and if you wait,
wait for the sun to replace the moon.

I will gift to you, the buried light inside
my dusted, shivering bones..


*Sandoval
Sandoval Nov 2017
This road was wide

enough to let you run away,
and help you find your way.

But never long enough to bring
you back home, and

make you stay..


*Sandoval
Sandoval Nov 2017
Without your voice,

calling my name. My

silent muse, I am

deaf to it all ..


*Sandoval
Sandoval Nov 2017
About my love life ?
I read the same
book, over and over..
Having a shelf full of
them at my every
reach.. That should
tell you everything
you need to know
about the way I love..

*Sandoval
Sandoval Nov 2017
Poor girl,

sometimes you love so
much, so fiercley,

and so madly, that
you forget

not everyone is half as
mental as you..



*Sandoval
Sandoval Oct 2017
Him
I loved him.
And I love this brokenness he left in me.

The freckles on my chest,
that carry his name.

The loneliness in my eyes,
that wonder where he sleeps at night.

I carry his pain,
and I sleep with it in the dark,
when the sun is still out.

It's better than feeling numb.
This hurt, tells me he's still alive inside of me.

He's the reason my dead heart,
still tries to beat for life.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Oct 2017
Kiss* me,
where I am broken the most.


Lust for me,
when I look in the mirror,
and I am no longer beautiful.


And baby, love me;
when the sun turns black, and these
bones no longer feel like
home.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Oct 2017
She was the

type of girl

who breathed in stars, and

spit out

constellations.


*Sandoval
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