You are the one who listens,
You are the one who cares,
You are the one who guides,
You are the one who gives,
You are the one who takes,
You are the Martyr of us.
You can't hide,
Yet you are our deepest secret.
You can't cry,
Yet you are our loudest whipper.
You are a reminiscence of us
How come we have put you behind?
Still to this day I dance to your sound,
Still to this day I draw your every outline,
Still to this day I dream of you,
Still to this day you forgive,
Holding in you, your most profound passion of us.
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PoetryIt's not fictional, is thoughtful. As you read these small proses and poems I would like you to imagine these words, these feelings and relate to them in any form possible. It's a short book, with short words and short length. ______________________...
