I feel the taste of medicine
Wandering through my head
And here I wait for an effect
To help the headache that I have
But why is it called a pain killer
If it doesn't kill the pain
It just hides it behind the drug
And it never makes it fade
And here I am remaining
With this drugged heart of mine
And here I stand waiting
For the drug to fade away
(To reveal this wound I have)
But yet the pain comes again
And echoes inside my head
This ache will come and go
Still I'll never let it show
Please, give me some painkillers
To take the pain from my heart
I beg you, be my pain killer
So, the pain will never come back
YOU ARE READING
The Book of all Poetry
PoetryA book with poetry written by me. It all written in English. For the Portuguese poems I wrote, go to my other book called "Escrita com Lágrimas e Dor"
