When Love ends, everything ends. But pretending starts...My life is not good enough, she also wanders endlessly searching for what she can't find,maybe something that I hold.


Separate ways

Sweet dreams turn to dust,
and nightmares that have come true...
I'm in a dark empty room,
as you hold candles in the light
sweet words I speak
but you choose to shut your heart
alone
in endless tunnels
you cry,
I laugh...
two people believe in fate
and are in pain.



Poetry by Samuel Mugambi
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Written on 2013-10-06 at 11:30

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