Poems from Chris Caraballo

Our moments feel disjointed Like we've continuously been taken out and thrown into each of them Separately We have matching scars Together ...
Ever since conception My angels have been tested Because I was raised around some hood influences Uh But in the apartment it was safe Cause...
I am a breathing contradiction The truth within your fiction An astounding embodiment of inner city diction Formed in the perfect collision...
The windows to my soul are tinted They say that my soul is vintage I always thought my life was of very little interest I chase shadows in...
I heard it's unusual yet beautiful That feeling to love hard Sometimes I question love and ask where does love start Where does love end I...

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