These are words I put together,
words I could not say.
Words made of my imperfection
like almost visible stuff
I try to protect
from the light of day.
But it is useless
both to hide and to reveal them.
Who the hell reads poetry anyway?
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
I like the way I feel when you say the things that you do. They make me feel I wanna be with you. But no matter all the things that I can say, i'm sure nothing would make you come my way. And so with no art on my words to tell be sure that my soul is going trough hell. Keep on flying baby...
1 comment:
I like the way I feel when you say the things that you do. They make me feel I wanna be with you. But no matter all the things that I can say, i'm sure nothing would make you come my way. And so with no art on my words to tell be sure that my soul is going trough hell.
Keep on flying baby...
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