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STRANGE BEHAVIOR Letras Ilustradas

Manuela Victoria Giraldo 55

Tick tok, tick tok, Says the big old
clock.
My love is late again,
just like she always is.
She always promises, but never
keeps,
it’s exhausting,
to be fair.
She’s always late,
she’s never here.
It’s almost like she disappears
without leaving a trace,
it’s like looking into an empty mace.
Pointless.
It is lonely, very lonely.
It feels lonelier than to be
completely alone.
She’s so distant, I barely
remember her soft, warm touch,
mainly because she is only on her
phone,
laughing at her phone alone.
I wish I could join her, but she
always
hides her phone,
hides herself
from me.
Again and again,
and it’s turning into pain.