Sergio Coto
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Poem "Flower":
- published April 9, 2009
- viewed 52 times
Other poems by Sergio Coto:
»Adventure«
»Affection«
»Arrogance«
»Being«
»Commercial Gossip«
»Courageous«
»Far«
»For me and you«
»Him«
»I Wanted This«
»Never-Ending«
»Open Mouth«
»Remorse and repent«
»She«
»Svelte and Surpassing«
»The story of my life«
»Times Full of Lies«
»Took Me All Day«
»You know... I know«
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Poem "Flower":
- published April 9, 2009
- viewed 52 times
Other poems by Sergio Coto:
»Flower«
by Sergio Coto
I flatten down my hopes
a scarce escape for what would be,
plough into me... I'm a newcomer
I pray for foolishness.
I pull you up and push you down
I've been somewhere in between,
sorting out the bruises
can't stand still... is so certain.
By tomorrow I fall down again
recognizing that it's not real but a dream,
would you catch me please...this time
when I fall down at your feet as it's always been.
And I never felt alive so far
and I changed my promises,
to be broken and wrong
to have nothing left... it's all gone.
I'm a fool for what you know
I learned to be clumsily running to you,
and I can't hear my own steps nor my voice
I can only see my pride and fear.
Forgive me that I'm not for you
I've always known... so true,
hide your body from me
and let me top it up with tears.
And I'm broken now,
insignificant lies I told to myself,
working around your illusion
to cuddle back in to me... this shall not pass.
I'm really not okay...I fell so down
I wore my words out on and on,
I handed out to you myself
for you to tumble it down and off...
is the best I ever had.
a scarce escape for what would be,
plough into me... I'm a newcomer
I pray for foolishness.
I pull you up and push you down
I've been somewhere in between,
sorting out the bruises
can't stand still... is so certain.
By tomorrow I fall down again
recognizing that it's not real but a dream,
would you catch me please...this time
when I fall down at your feet as it's always been.
And I never felt alive so far
and I changed my promises,
to be broken and wrong
to have nothing left... it's all gone.
I'm a fool for what you know
I learned to be clumsily running to you,
and I can't hear my own steps nor my voice
I can only see my pride and fear.
Forgive me that I'm not for you
I've always known... so true,
hide your body from me
and let me top it up with tears.
And I'm broken now,
insignificant lies I told to myself,
working around your illusion
to cuddle back in to me... this shall not pass.
I'm really not okay...I fell so down
I wore my words out on and on,
I handed out to you myself
for you to tumble it down and off...
is the best I ever had.
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