Raquel Poem by Thomas Northx

Just a little boy,
in the body of a man,
full of fears that pain had built,
as some can understand.


Plagued by insecurities,
Evolving as did time,
planting fabled stories,
in the axis of my mind.


How could someone love me,
why would someone care,
What's she really up to,
suspicions always there.

The heart may know the truth,
but the mind can run with lies,
your actions should have been enough,
to open blinded eyes.


Too late to say I'm sorry,
and sorry is no cure,
It cannot erase the pain,
or change what did occur.

Te amo mi cielo,
mi tesoro y amor,
you'll always be my final love,
for I can love no more.