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This poem was inspired by an intoxicating relationship than nearly drove me to irrationality. In my blindness, I loved this man, but my soul was crying out in pain, of which oozed through in this poem. Without my knoweldge, my pen had created a sonnet, in perfect rhythm and meter. Form was begging to return, and though it took months to acknowledge it, form was the victor.
Poems by Jesus Villalobos
myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Poem about my boyfriend
A Book of short Free Flowing Poems. Written in order to question Love, Death, and Ourselves. Most poems on based on a different Emotion or Experience that everyone experiences.
Everyone reading this lives on Earth. Everyone reading this has experienced being late, or early, or right on time. Everyone reading this knows that a watched pot never boils. And nobody knows how to really see life, for what it truly is. This poem tells you how.
I'm submitting this in the romance poetry writing contest. I tried to tell the truth of my heart as I pined for the subject of this poem, so I hope there are those who can relate. She was an amazing person. If you like it, vote it up!
This poem was inspired by an intoxicating relationship than nearly drove me to irrationality. In my blindness, I loved this man, but my soul was crying out in pain, of which oozed through in this poem. Without my knoweldge, my pen had created a sonnet, in perfect rhythm and meter. Form was begging to return, and though it took months to acknowledge it, form was the victor.
Poems by Jesus Villalobos
myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Poem about my boyfriend
A Book of short Free Flowing Poems. Written in order to question Love, Death, and Ourselves. Most poems on based on a different Emotion or Experience that everyone experiences.
Everyone reading this lives on Earth. Everyone reading this has experienced being late, or early, or right on time. Everyone reading this knows that a watched pot never boils. And nobody knows how to really see life, for what it truly is. This poem tells you how.
I'm submitting this in the romance poetry writing contest. I tried to tell the truth of my heart as I pined for the subject of this poem, so I hope there are those who can relate. She was an amazing person. If you like it, vote it up!