martes, agosto 05, 2008

Tercera fase o fase enfurecida (poesía)

What is that, that you did to my heart?
How can you fill something with so much emptiness.

How I came to the point where your presence would't help at all.

I don't want you back.

I could't stand your sights
not even over my shoulders.

I don't rather your kiss at all.

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