the sky was black
as the mood
a little girl is gathering the pieces
of a broken heart....
the tears became red
and her memories woke up...
again and again....
she falls in the same mistake
she stands up and for first time
she could see
"her life was only a lie"
she knew that she was guilty
she falls
and fly to the sky
her body dies
opening the wings of her mind
everything became butterflies
flying and crossing her little heart
she knows he is still in her synapses
she remembers each memories
..where they together could touch the heavens
she knows that he has always been there
like a protective shadow
she knows it....but she was too blind to see it
today was the day
her heart,her soul ...followed away
but in that moment...it was maybe late....
she recognized her first true love for first time















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//* im going to draw a picture, a picture with a twist, i'll draw it with a razorblade, i'll draw it on my wrist *\\
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//* im going to draw a picture, a picture with a twist, i'll draw it with a razorblade, i'll draw it on my wrist *\\
la poesía está bien dentro de lo muy poco que puedo apreciar. croe que hay unos problemas gramaticale spor ahí pero quizá sea yo. revisa igual
saludos!!!
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-Vito Corleone
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Saludos!
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