No titleThings are not what they use to be, Those feelings keep dying inside of me. I never thought it would come into this, I guess it’s my turn to retrieve life a smile But the strength I need I just cannot find. This is pathetic! Writing all this things of my own So that all the eyes can see but not a single heart can feel them.No title
O desdobrar de um dia de papelO desdobrar de um dia de papel,O desdobrar de um dia de papel
A folha vincada e amarrotada Como se tivesse sido atingida por uma piedade fingida Que a guardou sem saber bem para quê. Difícil é escrever num papel tão vincado… …a tinta escorre, a folha rasga… Lembramos e recordamos o papel macio em que foram escritos dias melhores, …quando as folhas ainda não tinham vincos e dificilmente se rasgavam: “Quão doce é o desejo de ouvir o estalar das folhas mortas Sob o peso leve do teu corpo,
Cujo sabor conservo vivo na minha boca.” Agora ainda ecoa aquele toque agressivo das palavras que nos fere E se ale
Seared by the dust of youSometimes I feel I can be someone else instead, Somethings try to grow inside this heart I fed... ...with that pathetic feeling of not to belong...for so long. I guess somethings will never be the same, like in some mastermind game Where nothing changes, just takes some different shape. Do you really see what I mean? Most of the times feels like my words fall into the dried ground...no rain to make them grow inside of you. Can I go inside of you now? You used to read my mind...now even that I can't find!...why do I stilll bother? I wish I could be like any other...proud in my best!...Pathetic like all the rSeared by the dust of you
For the unspokenDo you have that days when you want the time to stop, on some spot? When you could have said something else instead... You need to be alone, away from this words I say... I bother you, I know, but I'm not who I used be long ago. Now I have such a complexty of insanity, that struggles to keep the open wounds bleeding... I long for myself, the same way as you. Can you remind me the simplicity of being?For the unspoken
Bela galeria!
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For I am Sekhmet, the goddess of revenge
Belas fotos tb
Kiss
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