Sometimes I Am Misinterpreted Poem by RIC BASTASA

i admit
sometimes i am misinterpreted

to have a familiarity and make this talk a little
interesting, let us revise, like

we admit
sometimes we are misinterpreted when we care

when we give a glass of water for instance
they will take it as a form of seduction, Good Heavens

i am through all these, we admit, we are most often
misinterpreted, when we kiss, they think we are in love

and that we are ready to enter into a revolution to defend and
die for love, God Forbid,

time has changed a lot, the river has dried and fish do not exist on scales anymore,

an old fortress has become a river, and the river on the other side of the road has become a mount of neon lights,

Oh mY! what we did was just a gesture of kindness
a selfless act of redeeming what we once lost
for nothing.