Where the poet lies
Bem aproveito um pouco do que ando a viver para escrever mais uma série de poemas. Tal como uma grande amiga, os acontecimentos que decorrem levam-me a escrever. Resta-me esperar que gostem.Behind every door, lies a skeleton that someone is trying to hide.
Behind every smile, is someone asking for pleasure first, then forgiveness.
On those places where the city never sleeps,
Lays the pour man that tries to forget, the steps he made before he perishes in the street.
Fools and kings walk trough the same old roads,
Forgetting what they are,
And trying to forget the blue mist that is hiding behind their eyes.
posted by Fil @ 23:06
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