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:
Quem derrete, enquanto ser inanimado chamado de icebergue, sou eu.
Eu sim.
Adorei.
I she could only see you, who knows what would happen!love the poem and love you
*if
tá mesmo fantastico o poema Rita .__.
Vânia
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