Stefano Capasso
INTO THE VOID
The difficult choise of a
woman when she realizes that the Love Is gone away
Author. STEFANO DR CAPASSO
Country ROME.
ITALY
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^INTO THE VOID^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
of a DESPERATE NOTHING
If only You could
touch with your hand
melancholy
that on me it moors
If only You could
dig into my heart
steeped in rancor.
Then you would find out
right deep inside
a furious nest of severe spires
hardened by pain.
I feel like a Wave
constantly banged
who fearless returns
and then remain naked.
I feel like Lava
flowing bloody
without knowing the destination
but just scared.
There is no reason
to shed tears,
they would fall into the void
of a
DESPERATE
NOTHING
It would be useless
wander in the fog
and raise anger,
without being able to have
comfort in misfortune.
So go let him go
and don't worry
for an Ungrateful Love.
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