Come my thoughts, sweet or dark, pictures of my own,
in the silence and the dimmed light of my lonely room.
Tell me the story hidden inside, between the walls of my tormented soul,
the one I can't reach from here, and lead my pencil on the page.
I promise, I'll let you take charge of everything...for a while.
Please, create the world I belong to, let's add some new places and feelings,
to the chaos of my life, I'm sure it will help things setting up.
From the soul to the writing, from the lines to the mind,
ideas appear, grow and settle to show me the way I need to follow.
I'm a book, a complex one, but I'm open to any reading...!
Ignore me...I'll still exist.
Open me, give it a try, I won't complain.
Read me, I don't expect you to understand...
If you don't, I won't change to please you.
But if you like what you find,be sure you could be a lucky one,
turning a few more pages, you'd see the unrevealed secret,
a hint to find out my reality, a step closer to my heart.
From the deepest part of the unknown to the sparkle of your eyes,
my untamed thoughts decided to share a moment with you...
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Angel's shadows
PoetryEDITING MY TEXTS ATM Collection of poems , reflections on life, my dark side, my silent hopes. Inspired by my darkness, revealed by my Echelon life. A tribute to all the changes.
