miguel palma Poems

Night.

nights, lonely nights fill with sorrow and grief,
nights, lonely nights fill with hunger and needs,
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what does love mean?
To care for her, to live for her, to give up desire to please her,
Is that love, I wonder…..because I don’t know anymore. I thought that love meant those things and more.
But what if she thinks of the word differently, what I think of trust she think of dishonesty, what I think from been pure she think of overprotecting and not trustworthy. What if the only thing we like about each other is just US and nothing else?
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How to…

How can one forget a love?
How can you forget those wonderful times spend with the one you once love.
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Cold

is it to be feed with anger, sadness, and sorrow.
Been cruel, cold-blooded, pitiless, heartless and lifeless.
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