How to deal with life?
When a heart is made to pieces,
when disillusion breaks your world.
I never imagined crying a deception.
It is said that time does not exist.
It is said that it is all a process,
that everything passes us by,
that time is not consensual.
No more kisses,
no more tender moments,
no more love making.
The music is gone.
In your arms I felt deceptively happy,
though it was always bittersweet.
Love, do you know its meaning?
Your arms were deceiving.
How do we heal a wound in the soul?
When forgiveness is hard,
and forgetting the trail of kisses fails.
So many memories filled with pain...
I woke up to reality and pain.
Seen it was all a falsehood,
your words were felt in my heart.
Still I recognized that it was the end...
This poem is not about a place in my life now...
Just thought a good friend might ... feel it is right for them
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