There's love in customs, in the look of eyes that
fallow you day by day, even if they bring only
unhappiness.
On the lips that you desire, that many mouths
have kissed. On the hands that don't caress you,
even if in front of them you outbreak on desire,
longing for them on your body.
On the fist that incites you to stay trapped
and crazy in that house, looking at a reflection
on a mirror of a desiccated woman.
On the anniversary gift that arrives, always
a year late. On the lose of your children
because you loved him, over life, over them
and the suggestions given to you.
There's love in customs, there are customs
in a love, that is: blind, egocentric, damned,
untruthful, double dealer, ruthless, empty,
unfaithful, full of frustrations.
You lost all for nothing, to fallow an
ill-mannered dream, wasted, all sad, strength less
after a false impression, of someone who treated
you like sheet.
What did you think
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I liked that. I liked where it was coming from (because it was to your mom.) My dad cheated on my mother for a year. and when she wasn't around. the woman came over and acted like my mother. My mom now knows, but is still with him. I think that a female is better off without a male.
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Oh,THIS IS A GRAT,GREAT POEM!!!!!
My fave line,
On the lips that you desire,that many mouths have kissed.On the hands that don't caress you
You are an honest writer and very talented! -
I can relate to this one, my mom's parents were, to put it mildly, a wreck waiting to happen. Can't say I met either one of them, by grandfather was a jerk from what I've heard, and my grandmother died with my mom was 19, I only know mom's step-dad Red, who is a really wonderful man, guess I'm lucky in a way that he's the only one I met. This is a very powerful piece, it's a hard topic to write about but you did it very well. Muchas amor, Amanda
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