More poems by Dulce Gabriela

Alive

The deep, pitch darkness escapes into the prison
It is giving itself a suicide, so it's done
The sunshine is bringing to pass smiling
There we are standing upon the street

Let the sun come and have begun
Our love is never undone
The sunshine is bringing to pass smiling
We are reaching our hands up in air and running

I love you
One more time

The bruises on my heart are now gone
I feel alive because of you

Call me beautiful one more time
I am going to count the beats of my heart you give me
Call me any nickname one more time
I am going to count how many time you said these little, three words

I will never stop loving you
One more time

The bruises on my heart are now gone
I feel alive because of you

The sunshine is still standing upon us
I am going to count the steps you walk toward me
I am going to count the beats of my heart
I am going to count how many time you said these little, three words
The bruises on my heart are now gone
I feel alive because of you

The bruises on my heart are now gone
I feel alive because of you

The sunshine is still standing upon us
I am going to count the steps you walk toward me
I am going to count the beats of my heart
I am going to count how many time you said these little, three words

June 16, 2009
Poem by Dulce Gabriela