... And her bullets weren’t fake
They really killed, and in love, the heart stayed.
That blood used to get stuck in the deepest emptiness of the soul,
And that liquid thick announced the bright shine of a soul in love.
Today I wish just only one shot of those,
But if with you.
Despite if I die,
even if I get hurt, I only wish to wake up a repressed heart,
even if I die,
even if I relieve your punishment.
When I approach my ear to her chest,
I found that love’s screamed so far away.
Then, my heart reached her live with one shot to my cold blood.
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Stephen Betancourt
poems have different melodies, which shapes their theme; they are meant to be read soft or in a strong voice but also as the reader please. SB will give poetry with endless themes just to soothe and warm the heart.
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Well, I did enjoy this! Sometimes, all you need is just great storytelling and this is what Lucille Guarino delivers here. There's no big message to this book; it's just about folks and families, living their lives and coping with everything that's being thrown at them and finding their way. But when it's done well, like it is here, then you have characters to whom you can relate, tension which leaves you rooting for a better outcome, attraction which has your heart racing and an urge, as a reader, to see the characters happy with the people with whom they belong.
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