I wish that tomorrow never comes,
and that the hour here stops,
my soul is buried between the soils its fears,
that feeds the grounds from its tears,I'm no man but a shadow that strives;
between the lines of my poems,
Keep me in the coffins of my thoughts,
imprison me in the graves of my doubts,I sway with the tunes of my minds,
and dance on the floors of my hearts,
In the empty castles of life,
and I wish that tomorrow never visit.
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Burning Papers-love poems
PoetryThese set of poems were published to describe love in a very unique way, hope, love and hate all in one poem