A Torn Picture
My memories don't last- so all I have are pictures.
They stay on paper forever, like the beautiful scriptures.
I would be so angry and want to let out cries.
But I looked at your picture, at your beautiful eyes.
Mi Puerto Rican tan guapo, con ojos verde.
Pero lo que yo dijo regreso y me muerde.
"It won't last, my heart died when I was born."
It's true what I said. Now all I have is a picture...
that's torn.