ALONE with my silence
what does life mean
if forgiveness
never exists
thinking, i
thought a kiss
like sun upon lips
but who lives forever
nothing made of skin
nor flesh; none of us
and when there’s no
place for us then what
is this thing that
builds up dreams then
walks away from us
i see love, lies, fear,
tender pain; i gave
the world all my art,
touched your soul upon
my fingertips
then|when love
must die +
:: 07-03-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 