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I wonder if she is on her way back 
To find me since the doors of hopes shut up in front of my face. 

Every night she sent me some kisses 
Over my atmosphere just so I could smile for the next meanness day. 

Talking to her seems sadly impossible 
Writing about her is way different to get others attention. 

With her everything looks much beautifully 
Except the flowers who dies of not being able to weep for us. 

Yet she can't be touch even from her soft 
Hands, but in my dreams I can feel herself warming my soul. 

Whenever she cook me with new sad thoughts 
I eat them with tears to find that they were really sadly tasty. 

Her heart was created out of fancy glass that 
I break it daily a cause of my craziest past that is stuck in my mind. 

I really do love to flirt with her but honestly 
I forget all romantics words since I'm single for many years a go. 

My sweetie without a home since I decided to write about her since 
My poems never had one for the imaginary loving woman. 

26/12/2013