Cez Quijada Poems

from the walls of the classroom
is where i hide my feelings
from the chairs of the school
is where i am dreaming
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what is a lie? why do we intend to lie?
i think its because of situations we have to deny
but why to deny? because of our fear to try
our fear to try to face and handle that lie
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there i saw myself
weeping in the river
here you came and wept
all the tears coming over
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i want to cry but no more tears are flowing
i feel the pain but no more heart is aching
seems everything to me are fine
yet there are secrets left behind
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it causes me alot of pain
when i feel the word descibes me im vain
TRUST is what i didn't got
what's your reason you came to that?
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people see, people hear
but do they see what i feel?
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i sit here from the place where i love to go
as the air goes through me
i know i am alone
i'm not with anybody else
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i left it all behind
far beyond the line
buried with a grave
a part of me i was so slave
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