Copyright by Florancie Ceshilia
Original Poetry by Florancie Ceshilia
--Please ask me or send me a message before you do anything to my work,
cause even if it's sucks, it's still my children y'know.

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This pain doesn’t hurt,
The only pain that can shred me into broken pieces,
Is the pain you make me go-through

When that moment flashed in the back of my mind,
I can see it very clearly,
Like a movie.
But their keep repeating themselves,
And I watch them over and over,
Trying to find out what was my mistake.
But time’s comes and goes, so does you.

The films keep playing and playing,
When time took place,
The film becomes a broken film,
Everything blurs.

We took the same path,
But I got stuck at myself, when I was searching a piece to complete our puzzles,
I took too long to find it.
I keep trying to find the pieces, so I stopped walking.
But when I found the pieces,
You’ve already gone and moving on.

Only the tears can wash away my pains,
Until this last seconds,
But the pain keeps coming and coming.
Now, the pain seems to be unbearable.
So I’m here, alone and crying.

-April 28 2008