terça-feira, 24 de setembro de 2013

Butterlies

I simply let them all
make fun with my face
I let them all
to give-me nothing more than a lie

I let them do it
because I feel terribly lonely in the midst of my feelings

their lies
more a company to me
than the taste of my own skin

I acccept it
to escape my own stories
and stuck in the joy of others' crazy imagination

I let them do it
because I feel
sometimes I need to accept what they have to give:
words slipping from their tongues
going straight into my ears
swimming pools into my mind

their lies
more a company to me
than the taste of their skin
and in the Local Group of galaxies
everything






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