I've been walking on a field of roses.
I smash the softness of petals,
While many thorns make me bleed.
Those roses are my feelings.
They can hurt more than my skin,
It is not a superficial thing.
My love seems to be a disease.
It hits my heart as powerful as shot.
I never knew how to measure what is deep.
It was after you came that all I knew changed.
You brought light and then left me in pain,
Wondering when the pain will pass, while insisting on staying.
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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...
