sábado, 11 de novembro de 2023

Daydreams

What is the use
of knowing your favourite food
if your heart
is something I've never understood?

Why should I know
your moon and your sign -
only to prove
your words and deeds never align?

Why even tell you 
of my wrath
if you end up as just another
soul who crossed my path?

Why would I bother
wondering about our end
when you don't mind saying
that I shouldn't worry, that you are my friend?

When to remember
about days, years and stars
if even the prettiest memories
are covered in scars?

What could I do
not to cry and instead forgive
what was done to my heart
and what we didnt live?

11/11/2023

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