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Sad

sad for all the time my embrace was empty of you
sad for being stubborn to be sad
sad for touching objects baring your presence
sad for not touching you...

sad for re adi ng your name everywhere i turn
sad for all the blue jackets other men should not have worn
sad for all my weak spots left to be weak
sad to open my eyes in the morning

sad for a cruel truth not even dreams can survive
sad without dreaming
sad of nothing to hope for
sad for still seing beautiful things worth for you to know

sad...
just what she is not

by Cristina Geanta

Comments (13)

sad for the poor me Who believed something nvr to be
nice poem..really enchanted thanks a lot khalid jathiyeri
wow i really loved it and keep up the good work. it is really sad to almost made me cry
wow thts really good i like it :)
U got sadness and transformed it to something beautiful [3
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