Lobotomy ensures my good behavior
You’ve become my life and death,
energy and peace…
And if I stop today it was still worth it.
Even the terrible mistakes that we made
and would have unmade if we could.
You were still worth it.
The pain that have burned me
and scarred my soul,
it was worth it…
Because when you kiss me,
I fell all four winds blow at my face…
Because you allowed me
to walk where I’ve walked,
which was to hell on earth,
heaven on earth,
back again, into, under,
far in between, through it, in it,
and above…
But what will I do
when you have no love for me?
When you become my lost captive
and no longer lies along my legs?
I’ll stop that day
but it will be still worth it…

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you will have fingers \o/
My floor’s covered in papers.
You leave me wordless
And I can’t write you a poem;
I don’t know what to say.
My hand writes what I feel
At a specific moment
When something inspires me;
I guess not this time.
You brought back my writer’s block,
You stopped my words from flowing,
Leaving my pen breathless;
Leaving my paper blank.
You amaze me with this:
No one’s done this before,
Became anti-inspirational.
I don’t know what to say.
You leave me wordless:
And yet I can still write
On this scribbled piece of paper
Of how you leave me wordless.
atualiza o blog com seus fingers. beijos
Thanks :)
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