Wish) become so big
\innocence/
i lack-lock your scorn
of easily hatred of
being me ~~ tomorrow is a
dream tonight
and time: could
it take away? take away dreams !
? There are no corners
for questions and they
– which-wish become
more! No here dear
only love if you may
(quiet softly know)me
i/dove\ dying-ly
believe in you if
something believes
me
:: 07-07-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 