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Apr 2013
I wonder what el amor is.
Maybe in English it has a different meaning
Maybe I have discovered the wrong sentimiento
And that is why I feel that way
Maybe I can’t describe because no es verdad
Or maybe I just not completely real

I wonder if there is someone out there who feels what I feel
But my definition of this sentimiento is not exactly like Cinderella’s
My definition is completely out of this world according to all the novelas I’ve watched.
I just figure out that
Love belongs in fairy tales that are capable of selling perfect ending to a corruptible public
It belong in the darkness of a lost soul in a turbulent desafio

Nowhere else, but reality, is love seen as it really is
El amor
It’s a powerful feeling and such a strong choice of words when they are said to the wrong people
TE AMO
Maybe in español it means
Only when you have dinero
And in English it means
Only when you have a good reputacion

Love can really set limits for something that can cross the barrier in a lover’s mouth
Isn’t that why he proposed marriage to her when she was perfecta looking to the eyes
But as soon as the storm came
And blew away her beauty like little crystals of sugar blowing in the air
He left

Maybe el amor is only said to the people you wished you loved
And not to those that in realidad importan
Maybe it was meant so that cats and dogs don’t fall in love
Or maybe Not, because
Romeo fell in love with Juliet then died
So if I fall in love with my enemy my destiny is death

Then why is love so poderoso
Why can it make one person run away from her family?
And the other commit suicide?
And why can it make one die floating away?
And the other living up to the sight of Titanic?
Why does it make a wish hecho por the heart be a completa fake?

I’ll tell you why!

Because nowadays
It is more importante to love a bag of drugs than a child
Es mas importante to love a dream than a family
I fell in love with reality that was my crime
Because I decided to follow my heart not my eyes
To follow my brain than to follow cigarettes or alchol

Now I am seen as a crazy bi…sitor from outer space
And a brain eating zombie
Not exactly what I thought love would be
Pero that es el love que me ha puesto esta society…
This is the some type of amor
I never thought existia
To a dear lover, who loved me when i was fake and hated me when i was real! I loved you when you were real why couldn't you do the same,
you were a to-be high school drop-out i was to be a high school graduate. We don't belong to same classes but i still let my heart follow you.
Who ever reads this, please don't let your eyes see in blindness,
No hay peor siego, sordo mudo
que el que no quiere ver, oir, hablar....
The voice
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The voice  Wisconsin
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   Timothy
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