Biography of Joseph Cuevas
My name is Joseph Cuevas. I absolutely love to read and write poetry. It is sort of my life :) I'm not a very outgoing person and I don't much like to let people see my emotions so I write them out... With a sheet of paper you can change the world is what I've always went by... Comment and message me whenever you like, I'll be more than happy to comment on poems and even have a chat if you like. Hope to talk to you soon :)
Joseph Cuevas Poems
The Final Goodbye
Why waste time when all you hear, Is a little whisper in your ear, Saying I hate you but it's been fun, I've seen many losers and you're definately one.
Can'T You See?
Can't you see what you've done for me, The happiness and joy, It's you that set me free. You took the little love I had and made it all that it could be. Yet you push me away thinking you don't make me happy,
I tried to tell her with her music turned up so loud, That I saw an image of her face in every passing cloud. I tried to tell her as the truck drove by, That I couldn't help but always get lost in her eyes.
Dissapointment a stab in the back, A bad dissagreement, A cold hard slap. To be dissapointed is to be hurt,
Starting over, something new. Starting over, yea guess who. Just one more try, just one more chance. Just one more shot, a moments glance.
How Can You?
How can you live if you can't learn to love? How can you keep looking down without wondering what's above? How can you sleep knowing no one will be there when you wake? How can you pretend that not all of your life is particularly fake?
See You Run
The only time I want to see you run is when you're running into my arms, It's alright, don't be afraid, I want to take care of you I'm not here to harm, I'll respect you as a women while I'll treat you like a goddess, Sweetheart this is not a lie it's just my love for I'm being modest,
Letter To The World
If I were to write a letter to the world today, I would have to think long and hard about what I would say. I would probably start by saying how aweful we have gotten, How horribly rotten,
Letter To The World
If I were to write a letter to the world today,
I would have to think long and hard about what I would say.
I would probably start by saying how aweful we have gotten,
How horribly rotten,
How much we have forgotten.
We no longer look back on the good old days,
When what we had were shown in plays,
Not movie theatres or HBO on Sundays,
But preforemed to us in so many other ways,