L.A Barboza Poems

With a lion's rage,
I will fight to the end.
I will be the mage,
The one that makes magic to have his best friend.
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I have been one conjugated with the night.
I have played all alone at the park.
I have left it all in the past.
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Sparks fly,
Between little traces of blinking stars.
Light flies,
Between the deep shine of the gloomy sky.
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Go back to the deep realms,
Where you belong,
And play the song,
And sing it for whatever time long.
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The book of the past,
Is gone.
The book of the present,
Stands before me.
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Looking at old chats,
And regretting all the fights.
Feeling your heart bounce,
When she said you were worth,
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Love is real,
To every man and woman reading this.
If it was a thing not to feel,
Then why did you keep reading it.
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