thank you. i said i was tired. but someone said< 'tell us" what
it is like to be locked away for so long. i drew a picture
and made a song: trap. I had a wish that you could taste
my tears and understand. so, wait. your understanding and
feelings are not mine. I die.
bringing seasons for a few years
with snow flakes and angel's hair you sensed it
:: another accurate weather mood :: so you forget
my heart and priceless feelings. So, yeah, so yea,
weather advice. i wept many rains that froze
upon your eye lashes ; and shall forgive you ||
it's a deep debt you need to pay for Life.
:: 08.03.2020 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 