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Jonathan Maldonado Poems
Maybe, Maybe things will get better Maybe things will get worst Maybe a new year will bring forth new cheer
Love at first sight:
Happiness sweeps like an unsuspected burst of wind. Love creeps like the undetected eye in the crowd, So eager to be seen. A shy flexing of the lips Whenever our glances intersect.
I AM I am nothing you see and everything you dont I am a forced smile
A fathers reminiscence...
Only yesterday I stared up at a big world, with awe struck eyes Only yesterday
A Human Disposition:
Ignorant Mindless Prejudice Envious
Let Me In
If your glass is empty Let me fill If your soul is lost Let me guide
I Can Only Hope
I hope he treats you well I hope he holds your hand and comforts you, it's all that you deserve. I hope he finally sees his prize Inside your eyes, as did I.
Do we live, or do we not?
Give me peace of mind so divine one can search a life time to never find, but in a dream my slumber brought the answer to this sleepless thought: do we live, or do we not? To think of all the worldly things flaunting the pyrite prize it brings undermining, insidiously clipping off our angel wings...
My heart sinks When my head thinks: She's beautiful in every way... Do you love her? (I think) , I think I just may. My eyes open wide
It comes and it goes, as do the tides. This DEPRESSED state of mine. This deep SADNESS in the back of my mind
Whispers in the dark keep me up through the night a hopeless gaze to my lover, nowhere in sight. A winless battle to rest my thought, with soft pillows and silk sheets I fought.
She is beauty surely, truly, Though she disagrees. Still I tell her night and day, Till she does believe.
THE ONE FOR ME
The one for me Stands by the sea Feet in golden sands Waiting on my company
Stubborn love don't knock at my door Don't come my way with beautiful eyes Don't clog my ears with pitiful lies Stubborn love don't tap on my window
Comments about Jonathan Maldonado
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Maybe things will get better
Maybe things will get worst
Maybe a new year will bring forth new cheer
Maybe nothing will change
Maybe water is thicker than blood
Maybe family is myth a thing of the past
Maybe love is a thing that never can last
Maybe friends come and go
Maybe the time of our lives we'll never know
Maybe your eyes will never see mine
Maybe our lives wont intertwine
But maybe, maybe's are just maybe's so i digress,
Maybe, maybe's are nothing more, but flips of a coin
Maybe... I'm wrong.