Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted. But the same shameless eyes. You promised when...

[Anonymous]

Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted
But the same shameless eyes
You once promised to move mountains
And you disappeared forever without a trace
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The sadness is gone, and everything is already forgotten
Your eyes have become my meaning
My soul is closed to everyone!
The semi-dry splashes at the bottom
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You promised to love... Oh yes! Forgotten!
Memories are weakness
And love is a disease
The past remains a pile of dust
Fashioning, indifference and flattery
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Oh, if only I knew how much it costs me
How hard all my feelings are locked
How often my heart groans wildly
That I want to quickly pull the trigger
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Touch me! I ask for a little!
But there is no spark, the fire in the soul has gone out!
There remains a hot trace from the burn
As a sign of memory that we are no more!
Give advice. Should I continue writing or throw it in the trash?

[Kitty]

Yes, definitely yes! Here you can see that the poems are raw, but over time, everything will rhyme when experience appears. You will be able to edit everything and raise other topics in your work. Poetry, in all languages, is the rhythm of the Universe. You will always feel the spirit of the times. Many secrets of existence and otherness will become an open book for you... all that remains is to choose the direction of interest. May the Force be with you