Frustration.
An absence that causes pain.
What have I done,
to deserve this mess?
Honesty.
Loyalty.
Two qualities, of which I contain.
Though they mean nothing,
when chance is not given.
In a years time,
I've tasted no lips.
In a years time,
I've become, forgotten.
My life;
stagnate, as the air I breathe.
Love;
nowhere to be had.
But I shall move forward.
For time,
a thing I have plenty of,
is the only teller of all.
olvidalo yo se que no aprecias lo que digo. que prefieres que desañarezca. que te parece ridiculo lo que yo digo. no se porque te escribo despues que me has hecho sentir tan mal.
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