How come when I look at your eyes
A galaxy is what I see,
But the time you look at mine
Not a single star you see on me.
How come when I listen to your voice
An angel is what I hear,
But the time you listen mine
I'm a devil whom you fear.
How come when I feel your kiss
Fireworks spread through the darkness,
But everytime you feel mine on yours
Not a spark I see, I'm cursed with blindness.
So??? What'dya'think??? I have been thinking, and realized, that I Am not blank of idea's. I'm just tired of making long poems..like.. It takes away my DETERMINATION to continue on writing. So,starting right now, I Am going to accept the fact that I will now starting to write shorter poems from now on...If..that's ok?? Cuz, if I continue on making longer ones, I'm positive that maybe one day I might quit this. So I hope you guys understand and..No harsh feelings? I hope. Anyways, Thank you for reading! Stay Alive! Stay Active! God Bless! and PEACE OUT!!!
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PoesíaThis book , is a collection of poems I have made for a portion of my life. It's made with effort, that caused me my life to make. I enjoyed making this, so I hope you enjoy reading this too. Thank you<3
