Many years of desolate dreams
The emptiness of your presence
It tires me
False hope and sweet lamentations mingle together like a disease
You’re my disease
Once a crying child I looked to you for love
Your empty stare told me what I always knew
That I could never find comfort in the eyes of this man; you
Left alone and desolate, I cried for you, yearned for you, hated you
You were my everything and you were my nothing
A birthday too late to sew back the love you once took
Empty black scars remind me of you
Wounds once peeled apart by your mere presence
The time to heal myself has come
But somehow I can't do this
I can't do this by myself















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I've also wrote poems about him, but unfortunately they're in Dutch, and I would loose to much in the translation ...
Anyway ... I think you are brave
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