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Rouren Torres Poems
Kiss me, I dare you. Hold me,
The Wonders Of A Tantrum
Sometimes I feel like screaming; Others like kicking. On a more childish occasion, Giving a whine as protestaton.
To Compare Me To A Summers Day
You may not. For a summers day, In its heat In its radiance,
True To Wedding Vows
Pull the red string tight against my wind pipe, Witness the blood as it slithers away from me, And lend your ear to attest to my hearts rallentando beat.
Just A Thought
What if? ... It slips off our tongue, Falls off the tip.
Lie To Me
Let's play a game. Let's play pretend. Let's say our lives, our love, will never end.
To Be A Good Girl
You must be polite. You must be plain. You must never whine, never complain.
Comments about Rouren Torres
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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I dare you.
I ask you.
I plead to you.
I beg of you.
Because I yearn.
Because I thirst.
Because I burn.
Because there is no eye,
It will stay between you and I.
Though God won't forgive you,
Because a sin is well shared,
If it is ours to bear.