how complicated
our livers become
when feeling for
another grow.
.
2.
2.
we differ in so many
ways and manage to
stray and remain friends.
3.
in a gesture of faith
we put down our anger
opening our hearts,
in a gesture of faith
a dialogue was set.
creating a truce,
in a gesture of faith
we concern ourselves with
what will bring us peace.
4.
and the bombs still ring
inside his sympathies while
the rest of us try to sleep.
5.
the weather paints us depressed
on these days when what we
don't need is anymore pain.
too much passivity
she thought...
she was giving in to
all that he ever wanted.
7.
slowly falls... it does
rain whenever it appears
not too often anymore.
8.
she tries her best not to
cry... keeping to herself
what he took from her.
9.
anxious not as much as he
she was and would not change
at all for my mother's son.
10.
he had out foxed her
with little satisfaction
now that she was gone.
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