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Poetry

Soft brown hair

I get to lay with you for a second and I run my fingers through your soft brown hair
I remember when we did this more often, you would stare into my eyes and I felt so alive
Now you barely speak to me, the connection is gone
Even when you mess up, I am the one that is wrong
We barely get along
As I run my fingers through your soft brown hair
You don’t even seem to care
It was once real, now this feeling is unfair
You’ve stopped me from becoming aware

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by glorycastillo.v

Hello,
My name is Glory Castillo. I have been writing poetry since a very young age. Being an only child, I needed to find a way to process pain alone. I believe poetry is a form of art, expression and therapy. It helps me cope and it also makes me happy when other people can relate to it. Being in the health care field, gives me a better understanding of how important it is to let your mind relax and your thoughts flow. Poetry is my therapy.


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