For YouA Story by Donicca Dona Lfeelings.
For you....
In the streets of Metropolis, millions of people in the dry spring season. Do I feel alive? My thoughts stuck in a single event... Why do I feel like this? Do I wanted to feel like this? Everything it's moving except me. I feel empty, emptiness is a feeling. Even the smoke of the cigarette that I breath in me does not fulfill the emptiness. I can feel your absence. I feel the pain maybe something else that I can't perceive. The world around me lost the colors , I lost the sense of time, hunger and thirst.The Metropolitan street fulfilled with people. anyone and everything keeps the mask with your face. My thoughts there where they were yesterday. Anyone and everything keeps your face but nothing is replacing you. Because everything and anyone isn't you.I forgot to ask about the latest number of the identity card but even that would not help me . The simplest word, the most romantically one, the most intimate word it doesn't give me an impression it evokes disgust when it doesn't comes from your lips. I've turned to those typical women's not that I considered myself special or valuable. I became ignorant and selfish at the same time I hope and dream, but you freedom did not belong to me , maybe it belonged to no one. I wanted to talk but silence doesn't talk. And I don't know why I let you go when I had you near, and when you were far I wanted you beside me. Even that night when our lips created an eclipse, I let you go... if for the last time.... oh God, how I want him? a wishful thinking or a wishful star? he left without turning back, without knowing that he was the most important in my life. my breath, my muse... without you I am a walking shadow , a walking shadow without a soul, because my soul died that night, a long time ago... without a soul, there is nothing left for me , except waiting for my body funeral . I love you.
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3 Reviews Added on November 9, 2014 Last Updated on May 22, 2017 Tags: broken feelings love hurts AuthorDonicca Dona LPodgorica, Tuzi, MontenegroAboutHello my name is Donika Lulgjuraj. I am from Montengro, Podgorica. I am an albanian writer. I published my first poem book in 2008 in albanian called ''Rruga e jetes'' translated '' the way of life'' .. more..Writing
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