Dime que me quieres,
dime que de ganas mueres, por besarme hasta al alba,
de arroparme la duda,
entre versos y besos.
Besos en noches de locura,
versos que besan la luna,
que rompen silencios,
que rompen cordura.

Dime que mi piel
sin duda,
es el mejor poema que has leído.
Que no quieres inventarme letras, sino besos, caricias, noches de delicias.
Dime que enredado entre mis piernas quieres enloquecer.

Bésame la duda de entregarme otra vez.
Hazme el amor sin duda--
como lo hicieron el tango y Gardel.

Enrédame en tu pluma,
conviérteme en luna.
Has de mis dudas de amor
el mejor poema de amor, pasión  y locura.

LeydisProse
2/2017
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Alone at night
Surrounded by dark
No ones answering
Her deadly remarks

They laugh
But don’t see
The sadness she has
Is to the worst degree

She scars her skin
With razors and things
And she hopes in the morning
She’ll grow a pair of wings

To fly above
The crowd and see
That no one misses
The girl she used to be

But what she doesn’t know
Is that she can’t believe
She’ll be looking down
To find people grieve

No one will be laughing
Everyone will care
Because no one ever noticed
What she would wear

They would notice her smile
And her hair parted in half
Because no one gave a ****
And just wanted hear her laugh

She never understood
How much she would be missed
And now her true love
Will never feel her kiss

I wonder if she’s sad
Or regrets her choice
But I hope she knows that
Everyone misses her voice