Tiaras [Poetries]

Diecisiete

I love the way you put title on my pale existence,
I am a poem who waits for you to read me again;
Wanting you to write another line on my stanza,
Loving how you paint me on your papers using pluma.

You loved me so much while making me whole,
Thanks to you for molding me while I'm lone.
Theme of my life became colorful 'cause of you,
Making my verses more catchy as a wild zoo.

Different perspectives and goals on every line,
But you unite them as you put amazing rhymes.
I'm wishing to see you again smiling time to time
While bleeding ink to throw the battles of mine.

Every scar and tear of imperfections I have,
You're making them fade and change those with your love,
Then you're the one facing the new scuffles
By putting resolutions and sailing a good ending.

But as usual, some poem will going to be forgotten,
And the writer will publish another scene,
Making the ended poem live on its own,
You'll now make another masterpiece and sit on your throne.

ysa | to the person i once called ‘home’