xii. mágoa

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M Á G O A

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má·go·a (n.) : a heart-breaking feeling that leaves long lasting traces, visible in gestures and facial expressions.

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i thought that no one
could ever love a girl
who has painted smiles
and kaleidoscope eyes

with my trembling hands
and jumbled thoughts
you made all your kisses
to ease those demons away

we got our impulses
and differences
so staying together,
it would gonna get both of us hurt

and here i am now, on this abyss
i sit and watch behind this glass
in a corner of a coffee shop
sipping tea that wouldn't get warm enough

listening to echoes,
thinking of the hows and whys
all the the times
before heartbreak loomed on us

tears welled in my eyes
like raindrops skittering
on a windowpane
for i left my heart in your doorstep

and the year's past
someone could love you more now
and all those things we ever had
is now an echo in the dust

i still missed
our late night talks
about life and death
about parallel universes

you meant something to me,
even until now
and sometimes i get drunk
on our sweet memories

love like us,
it only happens once
that's why every minute we spent
in my memory, it was all seared

the warmth of your hands
while caressing my face
i'll trade a million lifetimes
just to hold those hands again.

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