Poema gringo (Gringo poem)

My heart is crusty
It tastes like salt
When you bite it out

My heart is crumbling
Is sure is hurted
By your yelling

The pieces of it
They are like sand
They run through my hands

I cannot make much from it
I guess I can only take care
and learn from it

Tho I gotta say I'm happy
For now I know
There's no life after death

I have been
Blessed
By pain