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Esmarelda Mercado

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True Love?

by

Esmarelda Mercado

True Love?
What is true love anyway?
Is there even such a thing?
Is love wanting someone one day,
then leaving when the phone rings?
Or is love when you gaze into their eyes,
And you see all the lies?
Then you are so brokenhearted,
because you and him have parted.
Why can love be so special,
then turn into a nightmare?
That always seems to be the question,
but no one seems to have the answer.
I praise the people who have stayed together,
for what we call forever.


Drunk Driving

by

Esmarelda Mercado

Drunk Driving
Did you think it couldn't happen?
Did you think it wasn't real?
You thought of only fun and games
as you got behind the wheel.
You knew it was stupid;
You didn't stop to think.
You got into the car that night,
You'd had to much to drink.
You didn't even see the tree;
You were going much too fast.
You drew in a sharp breath,
a breath that would be your last.
Three precious lives were lost that night.
You weren't the first to die,
and you definately aren't the last.
We think about you lovingly,
as each day passes by.
This poem is a warning
to each and every one.
The results of drunk driving
can never be undone!


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by

Esmarelda Mercado

I look into your eyes,
And all I see is cold,
I wish I could calm your cries,
but, I'm not all that bold.
I try to help you all that I can,
But there is nothing left for me to do,
You have to stand up and be a man.
Nobody can help you now,
You have to help yourself.
Stop you hurting and open you heart,
then you will realize,
that you are only tearing yourself apart.
Take it from me,
because I have been there before,
It isn't that pretty,
there on the other floor!