The Deception, The deception

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My first poem i post here. A poem about a love that can not be realized in a physical level, transformed in silence in platonic love.

Submitted: January 26, 2013

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Submitted: January 26, 2013




Old mirror of my soul

already forgot your hidden talents

the bitterness of ur past seems to haunts u

the bright side darks the future and sets barriers


what’s worse people love to see

tears in a serious face

u had once a spot to hide

but people found out ur secret place


now you have a million plans

u just need somebody genuine

somebody to see through the myth

somebody  to look at the same stars to

maybe a friend to escape with

just a friend, to say u are beautiful

u r beautiful inside

now ur inner child is prisoned

so silently my heart cries , asks u why


 cos once u were so self-assured but now u r nobody’s hero

smalls mistakes of your pride soon became a million

stole my love so my heart dried

now I have to play cold-blind and just walk by

had I planned this since you left me?

another small mistake of my pride..

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