"Break the heart to of a writer and you will be immortal" - POEM

That phrase set the tone,
For a melancholy poem
And with the drowning of an agony
That eats me kills and condemns.

So fragile is love
The love that fool gives you without
condition
And trust in your heart
Now I pay the sentences of solitude.

I do not hurt your goodbye or forget it
Or that when looking at me again
Like a stranger you see me nonsense
I just know that I'm asking God
To get me out of this penalty and
Bury all in oblivion

Listen to your name cry remember me
And as an illusion I write although I do not Realize
And wishing that everything had been A whim
The mistake of loving you was the hell I've been told.

If you ask for my Joy here nobody has seen it
And I say goodbye saying that nothing is the same.

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