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Fake me
Fake me
A personal poem is amazing to get,
A real feelings is weird to have,
A real person is difficult to love,
A real life is hard to find.
And here I am,
Telling you that I'm not in love as I thought,
Confessing that it was just the moment,
At the time that began;
Running away is how I am,
Running away is my natural balance.
After so long,
I finally got my throne.
After that much,
I finally feel that I'm touching the sky.
This is what I am;
Unattainable most of the time,
Modest ...barely,
I can tell I'm a good friend,
I can tell I'm a good daughter,
I can tell I'm a good sister,
I'm a good worker,
I'm not modest,
You can tell....
But I admit that I'm not a good girlfriend,
I'm not sure if I'll be a good wife.
I'm so afraid thinking how bad I can be!
So, you think I'm a good lover...
And I could be agree,
But a lover gives minutes and hours,
Don't give years or ages.
How is that I became that cruel?
Do you see me that bad?
Did you notice this before?
Is it my faith?
Is it my path?
Help!
Help...
God is here,
Is there...
Always have.
08-23-2008
Lidia Avilés
