Aug. 7, 2017


by Jesus Andrade (author's profile)



I remember my smile
Seeing her for the first time
Like ke onda
Why do I feel like that?
Like this?
Ruca got me on a trip.
Charles, can't even sleep.
Twistin' and turnin'
Because of the slip.
Fell for a hina
Who said,
We could never be.
So now I'm sick.
Stuck with my dreams
Of her eyes,
Her smile
That wink.
Let me dream, homie
Let me be.


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