IF one shall break their heart by giving Love they are the Children of my Heart
Thinking the world beautiful you may never have gone outside at night — the
evil done undercover | instead you stare up into space, having never felt the taste of fear
upon your tongue — it tastes like blood of fear uncaged prowling you now___
Have you ever been awake so early, that you watch your body before the mind
starts? The heart begins pumping clouds into the skies…And if you could have ever
glanced at your reflection could you look right through the deepest cracks /afraid
to see?\ It’s not just you but also me.
Tripping on tree roots and slipping upon words,
is anything different, that many do not notice —
like the elaborate dream of living \not without reflection/
but just a sight of cheek and breathing air
Inside my world’s throat creations of my own get caught
: living in this illusion i choose to believe
OUR EYES were looking at each other
disregarding the illusory dream upon the edges
You were looking at it,
I was looking at you.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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