Living and discovering life. Poetry to me is the challenge to turn emotions into words. Sometimes they rhyme, sometimes they don't. I like the freedom in writing and it comes from the heart.
When you prefer to feed pride it becomes bigger.
Bigger than your heart, soul, than all your reasoning.
Anger and stubbornness will then prevail.
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Some say love means working hard
Wounding the soul, leaving a scar
Shedding blood, sweat and tears
And that’s the only way to get far
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I was a witness of loss and pain
In silence they encountered their grieve
Like clouds ready to burst into rain
Their second born passed and scattered beliefs
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I had to let it slide
There’s no use pushing back the sea
The planets were aligned
Seems the universe wanted us to meet
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In a garden at the oak your eyes stung and let me show
A glimpse of your heart inside
But you couldn’t give in ‘cause you’d be living in sin
Meaning you’re gonna loose your pride
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