Vaquera

This poem is not meant to make sense to anyone.

Tis it my fate to surrender...

to this vast darkness?

 

Why my love, why must you...

hurt me so?

 

Each night I lye awake begging....

for delivernace.

 

I need you To save me...

save me from you.

 

With the snap of your fingers my love...

you could have any man you want.

 

Each time you tell me you love me...

I wonder who broke your heart.

 

O' my love! Mi amor! Kill me now...

 

Reviews

[Val Val]

This is not my style of poetry but I enjoy this. I have definitely felt like this. I think you do it justice. :-)