"If she loves you," they tell you,
"This will be a problem."
I am una niña, a little girl-
And you are too old for me,
Too young to know
What you're doing,
Too careless to be cautious,
Too Hispanic to be safe
In a place so diverse that
Teenage boys
Are always classified by race-
You are too beautiful
To be resistible.
But I promise not to love you.
I promise not to need you.
I won't kiss you where
Anyone can see, and I
Won't cry when you leave me-
Yes, I know you will,
I'm not so young as idiocy-
I can be your secret,
As long as you are mine...
And if I write you love poems...
I'll write them in the dark.
I'll recite them to the shadows,
And no one has to know.
You never have to know
I ever lied.
I can't say it (goodbye)
I saw tears in the birds eyes
They couldn't fly, sing, dance
They had to share a sad moment
When they had to say goodbye
Hopefully, I would like to tell you
That everything will be fine and nice
The sun will shine on our ways
Kill me because I can't say it
Sadly, I can't say Goodbye to you
No, please ask me something else
We're enchaining by the magnetic spirit
Our connection is the beauty of the shiny stars
My heart is not resistible enough
Our memories will burn it to ashes
I can't say it baby, I can't make those steps
Which hitting my soul with the King Arthur Sword
You're mine, I'm yours so why???
Why should I say this evil word
That produces the black sea on my heart
I'm not crying but I can't stop those tears
Hold me with all your romantic power
This silence is a big noise in my head
My mind is surrounded by the Darkness
Say it is my death treaty. I can't say it baby
April 28, 2010
My Super Sonnet
Multiple overwhelming thoughts trample upon me in a wild way.
Stunned as well as in awe I am compelled to rise upon my own.
So then I thought no possible way, I will have to be overthrown.
Yes, I definitely have to be thrillistically creative every single day.
Now I am living it and now I know excellence so longer I stay.
Yeah, I do have it going on and got it all nailed to a white stone.
You see, now it is on! I’m sizzling hot up on my game full-blown.
Yes, yes, yes, we are on some kind of fire would you like to play?
I am going to think about you on this full moon.
Maybe you have dug yourself into a cozy grave.
Maybe you like the way I situate myself so soon.
Maybe its resistible greed or I’m just that brave!
Look! I’m feeling you out bringing you my super sonnet, a tat for tit.
Indeed! I’m your full spread of Par-Kay or Blue Bonnet, I’m up on it!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2010
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