Poems from RPrado
Believed in what is not true,
Faith is what it is,
or is it?
False is what I break,
Truth is what I make,
or do I?
Destroy what I need,...
I await the arriving of my enemy to render myself.
The doors of my kingdom open with a wistle in the air.
A black dress that says she...
My mind rose,
my heart pose,
and feeling closed-
I managed to dispose
the memory I misdiagnosed.
My perception was so neat,
but that gap...
My Solitude
Puts me in a mood
that only my imagination can show verisimilitude.
Asking myself if I am chasing a recurring being,
who I...
Every tear
was not something to fear,
they don't kneel,
unless they are to feel,
the grain that heals.
Every grain,
is a muscle gained...