My disappointment is only perceptible
On a love scale.
Your love was
A withered rose floating,
A mirage of faded
Affection,
A trapped butterfly that cries
Its song without chords.
A will-o'-the-wisp
Burned inside
My medulla,
Hope was a shadow
Without your embrace,
A cloud without sun,
A storm without shelter,
A mirror without reflection,
A labyrinth with no exit
And an illusory minotaur
That unravels its passion.
This wall of my chest
Thousand times pierced
Allows to pass without filters
Each of the riders
Of despair.
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