My Life ...

My life I learned that a heart beat,
Is only equal to what is crying ...
My life is broken glass that I never pick up,
But that love was able to break this fall and ...
My life is just read that the author can not finish,
So this character is seen in the pages suffer ...

I have known novels station
And tears at the bottom of my eye ...
I also view my love go out to a horizon that was not mine,
I met twice and the start of a story with a train ...
My life is not the best children's books beginning with "Once upon a time"
This sums up my life "He was sometimes"

The few times back memories,
Those that like all the world I would not remember ...
Then a mixture of nostalgia, loneliness and grief,
That is what I know well, perhaps too well ...
I'm wondering if I could still feel things,
Worse if one day I dare open the doors close so far ...

The silence in my poems I write, does not die in me,
Without even some words to respond to why ...
It remains so bitter that installs in the mine of my face,
A truth that is forced to remain locked in a cage ...
But if my life Is what it is,
Like everyone else, I must admit it was me who did it ...

- farés -



Poetry by Farés
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Written on 2011-09-19 at 15:19

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