Cockcrow in my town.
You are not here now.
Here, only me and my
solitude,
Thinking about all the
love I gave you,
And your lack of
gratitude.
All the heart that was
yours was destroyed
By your silliness, your
kindness,
The betrayal and by all
the love I had for you.
Unfortunately,
intentions doesn’t conquer anyone’s heart.
Now, I see. The light
that used to light my eyes
Is lighting someone
else’s eyes.
All the love I would
still give you is gone.
For me, you are nothing
anymore.
You and me are, in
every sense, done.
(Poema em inglês que fiz recentemente. Aprovado?)
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