Paloma

Push me off the edge,

I beg you

I want you to push me a hard as u can,

and break those fences built up on pain.

I beg of you to push me off,

and imagine a life so worthless that the

wind does not bother to

Soothe the soul of the soulless.

It’s to late.

Why do we encounter love

When It comes and flies away like a dove?

I want to say It was fate

When you had my heart in your hands,

yet I handed you a glove

And turned It all into hate.

We had issues,

as divine and deep as the ocean

And besides it all

we only took away the salinity,

not the divinity amongst the commotion.

I asked for your love and devotion.

I wanted more than fake emotion,

But my form of asking triggered your

Capability of consistency for infinity.

I could’ve loved you across nations,

But you’re a challenger, the most talented

our love was beyond limitations

But you managed to change it all

and damage it.

I thought of you as my dove fate,

Pero paloma que vuela aveces no tienen fez.

Then you turned our love into a debate.

Now watch as I gravitate towards the

Unforgettable distracting fate full of

Demons and flames of hate.

02.20.18