"love works in peculiar ways
with her hands she weaves
a wish for you to stay
but then she suddenly leaves
sometimes, she comes near
with lighter in shaking hands
she starts the fire but left her tears
now they drown your forest land
other times, she invades your mind
and resides herself in your nightmares
she's cruel no doubt yet sometimes she's kind
but tonight, she simply couldn't care
love, she is the cruelest saint
the hearts she gives and the ones she takes
i had trusted her once before
and now i realized my mistake"
- love? i have no idea of such a word
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Delusional
Poesia"these words of mine will never come true neither will you" - - #120 in Poetry, June 11, 2016 #58 in Poetry, June 19, 2016 #31 in Poetry, July 8, 2016
