The sorrow that underlines your words,
is the sword of my infinite love.
The sorrow that underlines your tone,
is the voice that silences my voice.
The sorrow that underlines your presence,
is the abysm of my extended arms,
the end of my conscious mind,
and the apathy of my staring eyes.
The sorrow that underlines your words,
is the emptiness of it all,
the fulmination of my pride,
and the termination of us both.
The sorrow that underlines you tone,
is more than the meaning of the words you spoke,
it is the absence of your presence,
and the result of your devastating storm.
By Carolina Gonzalez – (Carolina Portilla Garcés)
September 6th, 2014
Around 3 pm
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