i borrowed her song
listen to her words
and the melody she made
no, she did not write it for you
but the words, those words
she's written
were what my heart wept
too many nights
the tears that shall flow
as you read, are mine
let them touch your cheeks
as softly as my hands used to
when you closed your eyes
from what the real says
and chose a dream,
a home, a time...that exist
only for us, only ours..
let her music fill your soul
cause i know my poems dont
not anymore, finding them
not enough, meanings
dont hold for long
maybe you expect me to say more
to convince you
there's something to come back for
to write you an end you cannot refuse
or weave you hopes, undoing
what promises failed to keep
but i choose to wait
and watch, in complete silence
in an unmoving darkness that you left
listen to her song, it shall talk to you
the way you'd want me to
the way i know i can't
i only write poems...
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