I know, it’s like
I’m alone in this poem but I know you’re
listening, whispering that I should keep on writing.
When I sing, it’s about you, when I write,
it doesn’t look much different, though, soon I'll
show you a promise of change, but ain't being honest.
You see,
poetry is looking at me closely
and it’s not up to you, I've carried it
before you were even born.
Love is a powerful tool, in addition
to being refreshingly simply when making this remark;
I’ll loved to live, humbly, in the sweet city of kisses of yours.
For now, I just close my poetry to the image of your face and go to sleep.
Fidel Guerra, Oregon, March 2, 2021.
I’m alone in this poem but I know you’re
listening, whispering that I should keep on writing.
When I sing, it’s about you, when I write,
it doesn’t look much different, though, soon I'll
show you a promise of change, but ain't being honest.
You see,
poetry is looking at me closely
and it’s not up to you, I've carried it
before you were even born.
Love is a powerful tool, in addition
to being refreshingly simply when making this remark;
I’ll loved to live, humbly, in the sweet city of kisses of yours.
For now, I just close my poetry to the image of your face and go to sleep.
Fidel Guerra, Oregon, March 2, 2021.
