Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Forever poems are hidden from you,
From you who try to make me ugly again.
You have nothing to change my eyes' view,
and you reach not in return to my hand.
Instead, you slap me down again.
I thought to run, but I will take it.
You must need someone who can stand
and let you live and not just fake it,
not just fake to be a man,
I will not run but get up and stand.
You can scare me all you want
but I am afraid to leave you
in your state of endless haunt,
I hope the friendship to relieve you
and I want to, try to believe you
These poems you will read
are not the best, the love you seek
These poems are not the ones that breathe
of love and passion, of tenders' deep
They live in a kinder place to keep