IF all things are like emotions
like something worthy
so fattered by your
focus upon me ;
So big guys talk
like evernothing do
it must be very nice
to never do –>to
simply release an object
like my heart
please shut the must-be
i’ll watch it burn me
–share that i’m not
alone but just uninvited
you are an angel and your wings
get washed within the soap of
uncharted territory so hell
is an experience like mine before
solemnly myself reminds me of a mess,
asking, “love, the reason i drink dream
from the deepest sleep of life”
I do not think you are unworthy
but need a moment to think if
I’m ever worthy.
:: 11012015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 