Another poem
another day...

I poured so much
audacity into my...

To only talk in metaphors
would be like giving a voice...

This lust for life
of mine...

The pen trembled
in my hand, he feared...

Its going to be a dry night,
At least for me...

-open-
My heart,like...

I have never been
a spoiled brat...

I have this bacteria,
that feeds itself without...

Nowadays,
nothing seems impossible...

Have a road ahead of me
that i know will hurt...

You tend to hide your eyes
from mine, but I always find...