🌹🤎It dies slowly
those who rely on memory, silence and pride,
love that falls into habit,
who stops dreaming with those who love
and to build fairy tales,
who lets there be no warmth in a hug, emotion in the eyes
that the yawn does not become a smile,
who is not grateful for the love received,
help,
who wants the life designed by another,
those who run away from their pain,
who you no longer see when you close your eyes
what no longer stirs your thoughts
what you don't miss
what you don't fight for
the dream left in the drawer
who lives only to breathe
who feels like a stranger in his own existence
who hides their feelings,
the killer of his own love,
who is no longer surprised,
who closes the doors
also to hope,
who gave up,
who tries to forget hoping
soothe the pain.
All of this dies
that we left to die
even ourselves
guilty of not seeing our mistake...🤎💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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