I just want to sit and talk
For hours or days
There’s so much there to say
Name the price, I’ll pay
Watching sunsets with her is the best,
My heart beating so fast inside my chest.
Asking, “What's your favourite color?”
She answered, “Yellow, mi amor, reminds me of you, now, tomorrow and forever.”
my favorite color. hi sup its my first time in here. more poem for me to post.
she is the kind of pretty that hurts,
sunbeams linger in her presence
just to touch her skin for longer.
as do i.
The world needs an Italian grandmother
Dispensing wisdom and clarity by the cup
With a gentle slap across the back of the head
Followed by a simple utterance, smarten up
No words can air out this grief
Hurting like flesh is under a furnace
Wanting to go back but its impossible
Since everything seems destroyed beyond repair
Am I asking too much
to be recognized
do I want too much
to be heard
day after day
all I'm after
is relief that is found
from one kind word.
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.