quinta-feira, 29 de setembro de 2016

PLEASE

Let me reinvent hope
with the childish joy
of guitar tender weep.
From my breast
would sprout poppies
rainbows and blueberries
and from this alchemy
of affections
a all world
of new emotions will flow.

Let me reinvent hope
for the world keeps spinning
but its turning grey
and I need it
colourful
to enlighten my smile.
My smile...
the path you cross
just to caress my body.

So please...
let me reinvent hope...
I'm so tired,
I need to sleep
and sleep without your arms around me
is no sleep
just exhaustion.

Please...


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