Angelo Turello Poems

I’ve forgotten how it feels
To be in love
Pain shoots through me
Like a thousand small blades
...

no one defines
when
your Life
begins
...

Down
Down
Down
Through the open creaks
...

I can’t run
or get
away
from myself
...

People live
With
Their
Rose-colored
...

It cant be easy
love makes pain
but regret makes long stories
they can't hate and love
...

The sharp
jagged
hole
left open
...