Poems from zenorita_corazon
are you in love with me or
the idea of me?
but I frankly don't give a damn
and in the resonance
there is a presence
of a bell tolling
to...
Coming back
I rather didn't
walk these halls
and instead I prefer
to make phone calls
to ancient deities
who would could
answer my...
Why are people so afraid of death?
I suppose its the fear of the unknown
but I'd like to think its liberating
a freedom from the pains of...
I was born smooth
but
as time went on
I fell into a rabbit's hole
gained scraped knees
and stinging cuts
I tripped over the holy grail
and...
my oh my
cherry lips
and tired eyes
small nose
and tiny thighs
sighing softly in your sleep
and when you dream
is it of me?
and if not...