Ismael Iniguez Carvajal Poems

A softly spoken word
Falls off the tip of my tongue
Pressed lips and a gentle kiss
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Let the sunset hit my eyes
At less I know
That I tried...
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My vice, My sin
Where did it Begin

To self-fulfill
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Days gone by
On the wings of angels fly
As the grains of sand do lie
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Every time the waves roll in
Its like a new adventure
That will begin
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If I was to extend out my hand
When you were in trouble
Would you call me a friend
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Tears flow like a river
Only to deliver
A message in a bottle
As it floats away...
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Blind by rage
I paid the price
As my life...
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If i could wonder why
Everything I touch seems to die
My hands are cold
My Heart is numb
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