Author • Poetry in motion • Visual art

Passionate night,

A tireless cry,

She betrayed his heart

 

A town in the west,

A cold night,

He ran faster than his horse

 

There is a battle in the heart,

And nights without sleep

But he doesn’t notice me

 

But there is a race,

And there are things to do,

He was teaching me

 

He didn’t notice me,

Until she left,

I was afraid, I was afraid, I was afraid

 

But he taught me,

And I took the reins

With him watching me

 

I was afraid, I was afraid, I was afraid

Of loving him

I was afraid, I was afraid, I was afraid

Of loving him

 

But he didn’t notice me,

Until she left

 

But he taught me,

And I took the reins

With him watching me

 

I was afraid, I was afraid, I was afraid

Of loving him

I was afraid, I was afraid, I was afraid

Of loving him

 

But there is a race,

And there are things to do,

He was teaching me

 

There is a battle in the heart,

And nights without sleep

But he doesn’t notice me

 

I was afraid, I was afraid, I was afraid

Of loving him

I was afraid, I was afraid, I was afraid

Of loving him

 

But he didn’t notice me,

Until she left

 

But he taught me,

And I took the reins

With him watching me

 

But he didn’t notice me,

Until she left

 

But he taught me,

And I took the reins

With him watching me

 

And I fell in love with him

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Glenda Soto-Gomez