Please be kisses
instead of missing
misses of thoughts
the Mountain head
is the piece of
your fearful Heart
i tip-toe and find
you — hiding there.
Oh, please sweet hugs
instead of history
forgotten as us
oh the horror!
Never asking for answers
or simple smiles
i am hallow and waiting
for science to answer
am i dead or alive?
Evil and Death came
but never ate me
but here i am.
For how long?
:: 02.14.2023 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 