When promises die, the nothingnessdies in your lips.Brave is such a five letter word.Tears do not feel enough.And tomorrow, at first light,we will remember againwhy we foughtand capture it in a goldenlittle box of pain,but for barely ten secondsbefore waking.I should live those ten seconds forever.In the void in my heart,Where memories graze and do… Continue reading Al morir la promesa nada sigue
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