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It hurts me deeply to miss you,
your memories stick in me like thorns.
It hurts to pretend that life goes on,
as if nothing had happened, as if nothing weighed.
Among the things that today lacerate my being,
your emptiness in my heart has fragmented my existence.
The broken pieces of my soul
day after day continue to bleed me dry.
It hurts me to pretend that I'm fine,
To disguise with smiles that your absence is not so bad.
When each new dawn reminds me
That a part of me left with you that day...
Hello greetings, I hope you are well, the truth is your writing is quite deep, many times we find ourselves in situations where we believe that we collapsed the world, but just a little space, place and nothing like sitting there on the dock overlooking the sea, facing the lake, breathe fresh air and put our neurons to walk, to make the best decisions in life, I send you a big hug and thanks for stopping by my blog.
That's right, solitude and contact with nature are perfect allies for resetting and levelling ourselves. Thank you for your comment