sexta-feira, 31 de julho de 2009

Turmoil

No one could have seen it
The way I saw it.

The hidden sparkle of tenderness
The feelings she did not seem to have.

Her black heart unfolded before me
And I stood still as the ice melted
Right in front of my eyes.

A spiral of emotions invaded me
As she spoke of her life,
And my soul turned black like her heart.

If she could only see me
The way I see her.

4 comentários:

Filipe G. Ramos disse...

Quem derrete, enquanto ser inanimado chamado de icebergue, sou eu.
Eu sim.

Adorei.

miguel o gonorreias disse...

I she could only see you, who knows what would happen!love the poem and love you

miguel o gonorreias disse...

*if

Anónimo disse...

tá mesmo fantastico o poema Rita .__.

Vânia