POETRY CHALLENGE

Short poems  by  Rosana Arroyo, Colegio Lobo

  

Who will I tell my complaints to, now that you´re gone?

Who will I tell my complaints to, now that you´re forgotten?

 

Many are the words which speak well of you,

But none compares to those that come out of me.

 

For my eyes life, which only look at you.

For my eyes life, which only one admires.