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...

©Graça Costa

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