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 Feb 2014 Mariana Nolasco
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6 words
 Feb 2014 Mariana Nolasco
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scared because i
know the
truth.
Cry
It's alright to cry,
my mother told me so
'Cause out from rain,
there will always be rainbows
Something sweet...:)
Writing on steps mind filled of hopes and dreams some of you some of me and everything else, thoughts colliding and crashing in my head filled with smoke and ashes of once complete thoughts, such a confused and clouded mind how can i write a poem when I'm as proper as improper i don't, what you call this is what i call it, what you see in this is what i see so don't dig deep it only goes 2 feet don't look far its all in front of you
They say money makes the world go 'round
And from the looks of things it do
Industrially growing
Economically balanced
Consuming minds

But only love makes LIFE evolve
Deambula por los barrios más oscuros de Madrid
una joven de ojos claros y labios carmesí.
Pregona a viva voz su mercancía variada;
pócimas para el amor, felicidad enfrascada.

Los clientes extasiados le suplican "¡Venid!";
su gama de productos les induce al frenesí.
A mí honestamente no me interesa nada
más que su sonrisa y su piel inmaculada.

Cruzamos la mirada y me acerco lentamente;
siento en mi interior una alegría antes carente.
Compartimos un saludo, un beso, una caricia.
¿Quién podía adivinar que escondía tanta malicia?

Tomamos una copa y charlamos vagamente.
Reímos y lloramos. Nos besamos tiernamente.
Desnudó ante mí su cuerpo y me amó sin justicia,
pues ahora entiendo; su intención era fictica.

Aún sin amarme me entregó lo que añoro.
Su cuerpo junto al mío fue para mí un tesoro.
Su **** tan dulce. Su entrega pasional.
Mi mano en sus senos y un "Te quiero" banal.

Al llegar el alba vi que se había marchado.
Ese fue el fin de nuestro amor condenado.
El vacío que causó me ha dejado malherido.
Se llevó mi corazón y lo vendió al olvido.
Love is an equation, pure math,
but, unlike math, it makes no sense.
1 plus 1 makes 1?
It can also make 3.

One thing's for sure.
You minus me makes 0.
Take you away from me, and I am no more.
****! Gone.
Only to be a memory of a once perfect equation.

Add 1 to you, and it makes 1 again.
Multiply 1 by me, and I'm still 0.
When there's no 1 to add, multiplying only makes things worse.

Can I have my 1 back?
Math. Poetry. Love. Heartache.
This is the last poem
I will write to you.
Does she even suspect
that
I'm in love with her?
If you go,
this world
just wouldn't be
the same.
Hope this makes you realize how much you mean to some people (you know who you are).
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