Tony Pinedo Poems

I would beg steal or borrow, just to hold you for one more tomorrow. Loving you a life time in that one day, telling you how much you mean to me is what I would say. Look into your brown eyes, wishing to be between your thighs.

I will beg steal or borrow, before one more second of sorrow. I wish we can take a walk in the park till long after dark and go home to shower, light up a candle that smells of a flower. Make love on the bathroom floor, tell you it's you I adore.
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The first thing is to get past your own sin, that is how devotion will begin. We must learn to be humble, know we all stumble. The words devotion must be more then spoken, showing love and trust will keep our hearts from being broken.

We stand by one another till the end, certainly on each other we can depend. I surely wouldn't just perform a dramatic act of devotion, as I rub your body down with lotion. There is no need to utter sweet words of emotion, my love you will trust and feel my devotion.
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I do cry, when others say it isn't manly and weak, there's nothing wrong with being meek.
I do try, too show compassion that I care, for we all have fallen to a demons dare

I do cry, when I'm hurt and feeling pain, it's what heals us from going insane.
I do try, to remember I'm washed from all sin, I too was once drowning in a bottle of gin.
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I would send roses of white, if I was looking for a angel tonight.

Our friendship is worthy of roses of yellow, but I wish to be more then a nice fellow.
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My eyes filled with tears, head in my hands as you express the words of your fears. I'll love you till my end of days here on earth, but you seem to think my words have no worth.

I still yearn to feel your touch, I try and convince you I love you so much. My heart isn't filled with lies and sin, your blinded by that bottle of gin. You thrash me with words of hate, my love for you is my families debate.
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I wish I could fly like the butterfly, away from this darkness I cry. I can't stop the tears from flowing, this childs mind stop growing. The fear and hurtful touch, was just to much.

Why didn't anyone hear my midnight screams, I lost all my childhood dreams. I swear I would of been better off if I had died, then to hear my mother say that I lied.
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