Posted by Ana Castillo on Thursday, November 27, 2014,
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Poetry
| Standing |
| Eyes wide open |
| Open field |
| Field of flowers |
| Flowers of love |
| Love of lust |
| Lust for him |
| Him being wrong |
| Wrong for me |
| Standing. |
| I see the past. |
| Past voices. |
| Voices that speak. |
| Speak loud and scream |
| Scream to forget |
| Forget those reflected |
| Reflected in the mirror. |
| Mirror of imagination |
| Imagination of the young |
| Young and innocent |
| Innocent and unaware |
| Unaware of the world. |
| World of evil |
| Standing |
| Tears pouring down |
| Down on lost trust |
| Trust to not break promises |
| Promises that are consumed |
| Consumed with lies |
| Lies that cree... |
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