terça-feira, 1 de setembro de 2015

Poem by The Trickster



I heard the low echo of sounds 
Between shadows and walls 
She noticed it was loud. 

And felt my eyes of desire 
I’ve tried so hard to hide
My burning consuming fire. 

I should have held her tight 
Before leave her for good
To keep things all right. 

I have lied for her 
But everything I did was
To keep the sounds lower.


By: The Trickster



Da nova série neste blog: Sociedade dos Poetas Anônimos. Poetas que não divulgam seus nomes. Pseudônimos e heterônimos. Textos descobertos por acaso.

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