À l’heure du tout à l’image et du buzz sans suite, «l’express» souhaite faire découvrir la plume de poètes, de chanteurs, d’écrivains et de tous ceux qui jettent leur âme sur le papier, et qui mettent en mots des réflexions profondes.

I feel awful when I used to see tears in your eyes.

Not knowing that behind it was hiding lots of lies.

I was lost in you, and you were lost in me, then why were we searching

each other.

Each time I told you to have patience you told me that it was over.

I told you I love you, but you didn’t wait for me.

My eyes were being desperate just to get you to see.

Even though I try to control my emotions, I can’t.

The only thing I hear is you telling me what you want.

Everything I think of you, my eyes fill with tears.

As I would remember that pink dress you used to wear.

I am now wondering, why did you that to me? Because I only gave

love but never received.

I now understand that you were a statue of lies, and you only know

how to cheat and deceive.

I shall never trust anyone again.

Cause you left wound on my heart that keeps bleeding and gives pain.

Was it true love, if it was, you wouldn’t thing about you and yourself.

You would trust and wait for me. But you were so selfish that you

forgot the promises we made to ourselves.

Bio

Gregory Claudius

At nearly 17 years old, he lives in Palma and is a student at Dr Regis Chaperon SSS. Dreaming to become a part-time poet and author, he has been able to publish his work after a lot of struggle.