Junk


I only wanted to love, to be good.
I failed.
All I did was misery,
and I made this world a place of suffering.

Your smile is gone, your walk became slow
and your voice has changed.
Your eyes don't shine like they used to.

Piece of junk.
I had dreams about myself:
to love, to be good.
I thought I would be able.

My smile is gone, my walk became slow
and my voice has changed.
My eyes don't shine like they used to.

I have forgiven myself,
I have learned my lessons.
When I see you, sadness appears
telling me that still I love you,
that my heart has always loved you.

My wounds got in the way
and made me someone else.
I was not able to understand,
not able to see in your heart,
not able to receive your love.

Can I love you without loving myself
Can you love me hating myself
Can you love a piece of junk

Junk.
I am telling it goodbye.
My heart is humble,
patient and waiting,
ready to heal and forgive,
to be forgiven.

Can you love a piece of junk?
A piece of junk loves you.



Wounds of Love

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