Avoidable: A Way To See | Poem

I heard lies of rhymes when love speak to me,

I stay silent in void of entrusted feelings,

There I smile in emptiness of life.

What a writer may become,

When not to find escapes for others.

This city, makes me alive,

This city, makes me breathe,

The pains of known heart-stealing.

Liebe, keep away what you gave me,

I am afraid to close my eyes.

sjwordsmith

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