Never in my life
I had confessed to a woman.
If I did,
Will she accept my truth?
I can offer a spoon of steel,
Yet never a spoon of gold.
That's all I treasure.
Will she be all right?
I'm providing grasses for my sheep.
She's watering the fishes in the pond.
Am I? or
Are we both imprisoned?
I'm easy to bend
Like a twig under a rainbow.
Will she pick me If I'm fallen?
Am I acceptable?
I always see you naked.
I've tried my best to be naked.
Are we full?
Still, never enough.
I lived with emotions
Never expressed in words.
Am I hesitating? Or
Am I not ready?
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My Microfeelings
PoesíaI want to speak the unspeakable. Many narrators are known for criticizing what their senses had perceived, and I am no different. This poetry collection is a narrative of suppressed emotions delivered in contemporary. Indulge yourself with evidence...
