she has the same hands,
she has the same eyes,
she has the same voice.
but she is not the same girl.
she gave me her soul,
and now,
on her hand there is scars,
in her eyes there is no hope
in her eyes there is no light anymore,
and in her voice there is no hope anymore.
just to let you know,
I did not throw your soul.
I kept her in my box,
if one day you will want her back.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryYou will not find poetry anywhere if you do not bring a bit from your heart...