"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted."- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Open up your eyes
Before all comes to be lost
In the net of your lies
Severe is the cost
The payment is without question
For the price is that of high
You’ll come to lost what’s important
It’s your choice so I shall not cry
Tears are to show sorrow
For you I no longer care
Lost me yesterday, I look at tomorrow
Not to be found, I’m no longer there
Come to understand and see
The wager was that of me
Had me once but never again
My heart has been set free
Written By: Gregorio A.”Guardian7Angel” L. Perales
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