Change.

As regards the Poems part of the Literature subject, we had to write a poem about what we wanted to. Here I share mine:
                                         
                                            Change.

                  I used to believe in the love movies talk about,
                  true love.
                  The one that can stop time, abstractive.
                  I used to see sparks fly when I looked at you,
                  I used to daydream about a lifetime love,
                  the one that made life as soft as a cotton candy.
                  I used to deem about a love that had no bars, bendy.

                  Now that you´re gone, it´s clear as water.
                  Maybe I was gullible, or just a believer,
                  that I could be your remedy,
                  that perhaps I could heal you,
                  or maybe I was just callowly lost in your eyes.
                  I didn´t know how to love, not ready for goodbyes.
                  Maybe it´s me,
                  and my blind optimism to blame.
                  Or maybe it´s you and your sick need
                  to give love and then take it away.

                  Nevertheless, we can´t blame love
                  for the person that left us half alive.
                  As with all, it depends on the person.
                  Or maybe it´s me and my blind optimism,                                                                                               searching for light in everything.
                  Promise I won´t play the naive role again.

                                          
                                   
     
                                         
                                         
                                           
                                         
                                         

Blind heart.

As regards the poetry section of the Literature subject, we had to write a poem that in general terms followed the theme of the poems read in class (either "Stabat Mater" narrating how your parents met and fell in love, "Coming home" about your experiences when you get home, or about someone you really like, just as in "She was a phantom of delight"). In my case, I chose to follow the them of the last poem mentioned, "She was a phantom of delight".

                                          Blind heart.

                                    So fond of you,
                                    You set me on fire like no-one else,
                                    mum believes it´s the flu.
                                    But it´s you, only you.
                                      
                                   Falling for your eyes but they don´t know me yet.
                                   I could name all the letters composing the alphabet,
                                   yet all the chances I gave you wouldn´t fit.
                                   However they´re not accredited.
                                   It has a limit, it´s not a vast deposit.
                                   Boy you´ve arrived to the limit.
                                       
                                   My chest isn´t aware, I´m afraid,
                                   he´ll be needing a band-aid.
                                   Debacle between heart and mind,
                                  the heart is blind.