#rudyfrancisco - Hello Poetry

I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning And decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… It would be about you About how I loved you the same way That I learned to ride a bike: Scared But reckless With no training wheels or elbow pads So my scars can tell you the story of how I fell for you ~Rudy Francisco I’m not Rudy Francisco But every man has his own words So if I was a love poet God knows I would still write about you But I would write about how That smile of yours might only last a moment But I'll do everything I can to make it last a lifetime And then... I will make sure it lasts an eternity If I was a love poet I would tell you how You make all of my days So I'll make it my duty to make all your tomorrows I would tell you That the sun rises each and every morning Because it wants to see you Because as bright as the sun is It is blinded by your light And you make me want to see What blindness is really like So I can look at you for the Short moment before I lose my sight Because then Your image will always be with me However, If I really cared I would tell you You’re better off alone Than with me Because I know I know I’ll hurt you And I can’t bare the thought of that I would tell you I’m not enough And I never will be Because enough isn’t in me If I really cared I would tell you Nothing Because I don’t deserve the chance to speak to you However to tell you any of this You would have to be real

0

Nov 2, 2017

Nov 2, 2017 at 7:25 PM UTC

darkknight101

If I was a love Poet

I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning And decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… It would be about you About how I loved you the same way That I learned to ride a bike: Scared But reckless With no training wheels or elbow pads So my scars can tell you the story of how I fell for you ~Rudy Francisco I’m not Rudy Francisco But every man has his own words So if I was a love poet God knows I would still write about you But I would write about how That smile of yours might only last a moment But I'll do everything I can to make it last a lifetime And then... I will make sure it lasts an eternity If I was a love poet I would tell you how You make all of my days So I'll make it my duty to make all your tomorrows I would tell you That the sun rises each and every morning Because it wants to see you Because as bright as the sun is It is blinded by your light And you make me want to see What blindness is really like So I can look at you for the Short moment before I lose my sight Because then Your image will always be with me However, If I really cared I would tell you You’re better off alone Than with me Because I know I know I’ll hurt you And I can’t bare the thought of that I would tell you I’m not enough And I never will be Because enough isn’t in me If I really cared I would tell you Nothing Because I don’t deserve the chance to speak to you However to tell you any of this You would have to be real

53

I wonder if he knows his words saved my life. He sees things the way I see things— it’s the kind of music the deaf can hear. Salvation in words, an alter for art, sound soul reinforcements for those of us who almost couldn’t dig our nails in deep enough to hang on. Almost. Thank you for having the courage to write it all down to say it all out loud for allowing me to relate. You see, I, too, am still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.

0

Sep 22, 2015

Sep 22, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC

bforshort

for rudy francisco

I wonder if he knows his words saved my life. He sees things the way I see things— it’s the kind of music the deaf can hear. Salvation in words, an alter for art, sound soul reinforcements for those of us who almost couldn’t dig our nails in deep enough to hang on. Almost. Thank you for having the courage to write it all down to say it all out loud for allowing me to relate. You see, I, too, am still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.

16

They say, that the only difference between a Garden and a Graveyard, is what you choose to put in the ground. I can see myself in the dirt; The roses grow where my love once did. Everyone told me, that I would make something beautiful one day.

0

Oct 16, 2020

Oct 16, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC

Xxav

Where the flowers are

They say, that the only difference between a Garden and a Graveyard, is what you choose to put in the ground. I can see myself in the dirt; The roses grow where my love once did. Everyone told me, that I would make something beautiful one day.

9