You can love me slow.
Lay on my chest meanwhile I play with your hair, slowly I’m trying to believe that you love me, when I’m trying to make my heart believe on whatever my eyes can’t see.
I kiss you on your forehead when I’m walking out from the door, I can’t be with you so let me close my eyes because I can’t see that this love is about to die.
Lonely cold nights into my life is just another normal day, because is just hard whenever you can’t see a way out from your own hell.
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this is a very good poem... ......