Mr. Lopez
|
 |
Loving HandsA Poem by Mr. LopezLoving handshold the crumbling remains Blurred are these images once so clear What will you store in the empty rooms That onceechoed beatings ofmy.. |
 |
A New DesignA Poem by Mr. LopezI dream of a day when Compassion is a fashion That everyone is longing to wear When smiles a style That stays for a while And love will be h.. |
 |
Victim Of LoveA Poem by Mr. LopezWith the silent grace of a midnight shadow Fallen somewhere between wake and dreams Thisemotionally bankrupt victim of love Will never be as far a.. |
 |
In TimeA Poem by Mr. LopezListen closely to the silence With mind wide open look deep Until you can almost Reach out and touch the sleep There in cold still pools Of the .. |
 |
The BookA Poem by Mr. LopezCould it really be that simple Have i been so blind that i can't see That all of the solutions to all of my problems Have been right in front of me.. |
 |
These StrandsA Poem by Mr. LopezWho's to say that in a dream You can't reclaim a piece or two Of whoyou used to be Of who they once knew Just not quite the same What have they.. |
 |
Defective MeA Poem by Mr. LopezDead on the inside but for a tiny bit of hope Entertaining devils workshop poisoned passion fueled Fractured and left to stew in self-centredness E.. |
 |
The Coldest Season Like meA Poem by Mr. LopezIn the darkest hour of the coldest season of this story called my life Iturned to ask a friend But none were there for me With the broken piece.. |
 |
The Desert Speaks To MeA Story by Mr. LopezIts easy to get trapped within the confines of a concrete jungle and get lost in the hustle and bustle of a chaotic cycle. Always rushing from one app.. |
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This