To bear and to live,
My life is dreaming
Which it ends in the eyes
Of my growing aware.
The bow that lighted
My eyes, the cupid brought
His own bows (or
bestowed?)
Had hit my fragile
heart...
My visions, black and
white,
After the ending of
childhood,
Had recovered their colors
But their were eclipsed
By a narcissist
misunderstood.
What am I feeling is love?
Some much braveness
So much caring with
another
How I see to you as
myself...
And the body is ready
To give itself to her...
“Sorry, but I can't help
you...
I can't reply your
heart...”
From my eyes and ears,
To those bows turned to
spears,
In the affair, instead
of sweet,
Gave me a bitter bleed..
How could it be?...
It does not matter now...
To bear and to live,
My life is reality
Which it starts in these
eyes
Of my growing and painful aware...
Just to tell me:
“The love and life
Have just began,
You can be sure”.
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário