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I'm neither perfect nor beautiful
depression, sadness, and pain
always keeping my plate full
feelings for you that I can't explain
confusing and doubtful
tiresome and in vain.
Heartbreak and trust issues
problems and tears
sorrow and wasted tissues
my hopelessness and fears
my bad temper and bad values
in denial and wanting to disappear.
My wounds that stay forever as scars
countless times I push people away
my heart is waiting for nothing, empty and ajar
but no matter how many times I think there is no way
faith will always keep me far
to become a better person, every day.
-A-
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Catoptric Tristesse
Poetry"When you write from the heart, They are your work of art. Whatever pattern, You choose to do it doesn't matter. The pen and your paper are your instruments, That would create brilliance." catoptric tristesse: (n.) "the sadness that you'll never...
