It seems the more time you are not present here my heart slows down to the point of stroke
It seems whenever I hear my name, I expect it to be you calling me, and tun around crying, its not you
It seems everytime i Want to make something go well, you pop into my head
It seems life has no point when you are not here with me
It seems I have contradicted myself because you are not here, but i am still here
It seems my words are becoming more and more of a confusing puzzle that only you can read backwards
It seems i am still here, alive because the last leaf on the tree, has not fallen, something is holding it
It seems the moon is full, never seems to change, leaving me mentally deranged
It seems my thoughts are unclear and I shall stop puzzling you and scaring you
It seems I will answer your question in the next line, what is my point?
It does not seems you are important at all to me because you are all over this poem,
YOU ARE EVERYTHING THERE IS IN ME TO LIVE, YOU ARE THE ONE, WHO KEEPS THAT LEAF IN THE TREE FROM FALLING AND PREVENTING THAT TREE FROM LOOKING LIFELESS
AND SO YOU SEE? A TREE IS SO EASY TO JUDGE BY ALL OF ITS LEAFS MISSING, EXCEPT ONE, TELLING THEMSELVES, THAT TREE HAS SOMETHING THAT IS KEEPING IT FROM DYING,ALAS A LEAF CAN BE A SOURCE FOR BEAUTY IN THE TREE, THE TRUNK IS THE TREE'S STRENGTH, JUDGE THAT AND YOU ALREADY FELL INTO THE HANDS OF GOD, FOR ONE LEAF, IS ALL WE NEED, TO LIVE...........
MELISSA HERNANDEZ, TE AMO....
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