Poems from manuel4512
Is it fair for me to love you?
Me, a young soul, tender at heart, but man everywhere else.
Because as I cling to this love for you my...
Blue-light skies, patched with pieces
Of cotton; sutured within the glare
Of the blazing sphere.
Pigeons, bluejays, and squirrels-
As...
Saw her coming in to chapel
flawlessly dress: matching blouse with
Skirt, under a elegant coat;
Straight and shiny hair down to her
Back...
He walks like any other day,
Through the streets' sidewalks, and
When necessary, crosses them to
Become part of traffic and peoples'...
It is merely an object,
An abiotic, and yet it
Disturbes me for what I see.
Since I ran remember, I
Wake up for so many days
That I am...