Amor del sol
Mi amor del sol,
Es algo de dolor.
Cuando la mira muy acerca
No puedo ver, ni la alberca
Pero sin ella, siento fría y sola
Su risa tan bella, y sus ojos brillantes,
Me dan tanta felicidad
Que no puedo comer mi almuerzo
Bueno, eso es mentira, si como
Pero solamente que me compra o cocina
Aunque a veces me provoca,
Todavía la amo,
Hasta las estrellas,
Es mi consuelo,
Mi amor del sol
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I've been writing poetry since I was 10. I've been using my imagination since I could talk. I'm a Native American with Mexican Heritage. I am also a recovering codependent and Chicana Feminist. My poetry might be triggering, so I caution whoever wants to read any of my poetry. I've taken English classes (and Spanish classes in college), however, the poems I post are pre-college. I will eventually most more post-college poems once I get back into the swing of writing poetry again. I'm applying for a Masters in Social Work, yet writing is my love that eventually led to my desire to know and help people.
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