A Waltz For Zizi Poems

Always looking back at you
from the other side of the street,
I never really forgot
how to love you.
...

I stumble in my dreams
on you
every
yesterday,
...

Because I won't dream something more beautiful
than death
I'm giving you my dream, the way I can,
folded on a page, making use of you, the best I can,
...

Holding her hand
through all the hospitals,
I found it
a kind of love
...

You're always changing something:
your lipstick, your perfume,
the color of your hair.
You don't seem to understand
...

I wanted to go somewhere with you
and somehow we ended up on the beach
with my hands in my pockets.
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You, to desperately fill
my solitude, to feed me with
your laugh, to touch me where
the shadows clung to my soul,
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I've been
too ashamed to tell the truth,
to tell you that I love you,
and now, instead of the ocean
...

It has become boring, to live,
I wonder if death, is also boring.
Perhaps I should try, killing myself
like a japanese warrior.
...

motto:
'Don't be human, they are too cruel for their hearts.'

To thank my haters, and the girlfriend that left me
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