Tears for lost tomorrow 2

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omprehensible humor</p><p id="711b">My imagination, the only safe haven For anything real, anything alive But I can’t go there All the uncontrollable emotions Just waiting to trap me, possess me Kill me with their intensity One glimpse and I’m already a mess Ready to submit, ready to conclude</p><p id="f8cb">Long, white tracks in the snow Walking, just walking, until I reach her Lying there all alone, so cold, so peaceful, so absent Her face empty with no more happiness to give Her eyes closed, the light extinguished at last Leaving me to wander in the dark Helplessly, aimlessly</p><p id="1cd8">Can’t say anything, can’t do anything Just standing there, face covered with tears Watching her, witnessing the passing of a miracle The end of a dream, the love That will never be fulfilled Nothing left to hope for N

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othing left to believe in Nothing left to give except the tears Too powerful, too consuming Better be dead than alive this way Lock it, lock it forever</p><div id="eb83" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/cries-and-laughters-3-2-40837283258b"> <div> <div> <h2>Cries and Laughters 3.2</h2> <div><h3>“You treat her like a slave, you treat her like an enemy, and you don’t even have the decency to mask your contempt.”</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*5FcYHOZb2ho0Tiqm1PRx2A.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Poetry about love and death

art by Yong Kim on Instagram

Buried under the spells of winter Peeking through the windows of appearance Easy to forget you’re alive Hard to forget she’s dead Even with all these frills, these distractions And the stupid holiday cheer

The magic is gone Was it just an illusion? Everything shows its true colors now Dull colors of indifference So uninteresting and plain I can’t stand to look There’s no life here, nothing worth seeing Contrived, artificial Trivial play of melodrama and incomprehensible humor

My imagination, the only safe haven For anything real, anything alive But I can’t go there All the uncontrollable emotions Just waiting to trap me, possess me Kill me with their intensity One glimpse and I’m already a mess Ready to submit, ready to conclude

Long, white tracks in the snow Walking, just walking, until I reach her Lying there all alone, so cold, so peaceful, so absent Her face empty with no more happiness to give Her eyes closed, the light extinguished at last Leaving me to wander in the dark Helplessly, aimlessly

Can’t say anything, can’t do anything Just standing there, face covered with tears Watching her, witnessing the passing of a miracle The end of a dream, the love That will never be fulfilled Nothing left to hope for Nothing left to believe in Nothing left to give except the tears Too powerful, too consuming Better be dead than alive this way Lock it, lock it forever