segunda-feira, 11 de junho de 2018

My room is full of smoke
I can't breathe!
Is like I'm drowning you a
dense ocean of blood...
It's blocking my lungs,
ripping my veins...
You know how that feels?

When the rain comes 
in the middle of June
the only think coming up on my mind
is your dear tears
running on top of my body.
I have no other option 
but to wait!

Wait until my palid Geisha face,
becaumes bloshed 
to see you again...
Certainly tomorrow.

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My room is full of smoke I can't breathe! Is like I'm drowning you a dense ocean of blood... It's blocking my lungs, ...