too much tired for fighttoo much lonely for stay
in a fate it always wanna say
a great deal of words in a sight
with a scissor, i cut all that i bounded
mainly what was bonding me and you
with fire, i burned all that i founded
actually nothing would be the same like we used to do
by now, i cry in this crowd of smiles
the same way you left me wait
all that left to me was this files
that i'll throw away with my fate.
''(...)all that left to me was this files
ResponderExcluirthat i'll throw away with my fate.''
The intensiveness of the grief expressed on these final two lines resumes the whole poem.
I wonder where you get all that inspiration. Just hope you haven't gone through any real experience as expressed.
Wonderfully written, Mellanie.
Precious stuff. Do you keep a journal? As in diary.
Memories are too important to be forgotten.
Mellanie sempre fantástica, em qualquer lingua.
ResponderExcluirVery Good. Impreciona-me a cada dia rarÔ! *-* love you!
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