I remember that day when you called me love.
Now you call me by my name.
Did I make a mistake?
Maybe I did it by loving you.
Maybe my anger blinds me from the truth.
You're still mine, but not with me.
Is the future laughing at my desperate belief?
Should I let it go or is there something to keep?
I take a breath and realize what I need.
I'm going to move on with my legs,
Even with my heart on my knees.
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Cold days of a heart on fire
PoetryI should scream to the universe, But what is my voice after all? It is just one more between billions, And, with my death, it will not exist. So it is better for me to show what I need By writing my love, anger and dreams So I can make people see on...
