I often marvel
at your ability
to turn
our conversations
into arguments.
Within a second,
an innocent talk
turns into
a heated debate,
going in circles,
round and round,
or back and forth,
back and forth
until we arrive
at your point.
Sometimes,
I wonder why
I still bother
to talk to you.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetic Blues
PoesíaTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
