Secret garden, here I lay
A flower, poppy, in my hand
You'd always be there for me, I pray
Jump here, there, quickly disband
Echoes through a tunnel end
Our friendship took a month to mend
Yet the thoughts, one-sided, I lend
Hush, or do you lay on barren land?
Hell I send
Ache I fend
Come say hi when you see me
Grass is green when it's alive
Hazed thoughts like a beehive
Pumpkin pies and apple strudels
What else was gone since I was five?
I've grown now, kid, come out
Come out of your locked cell
Of your brain you named Brian
A snail, sluggish, no shell
Come out of it, little child
You have no sister, come into reality, worse
Bitter as it is, don't dwell on it further
It's not puppy love, it's reverence
You'd be my friend, would you?
I dedicated this collection for you
it's even the title of the book.
would you?
YOU ARE READING
Alegría
Poetry"Pretend I'm held in your embrace." Contrary to the name of the collection, the poems are in English. This is a collection of poems written by me. These are original (perhaps some influences but never plagiarism), so copying is disallowed.
