If I could I would say it all
Take back all the memories about that old crystal ball
I'm no fortune teller, I am not.
Breakthrough of all the shots.
The begginig, I almost remember.
It felt like your lipstick in last september.
Craving my name in the boxes I own
Inspiring people by the truth that I've shown.
Sutting up to say Hell, O.
Goodbye comes in the mo'
God, I listen.
Straight to the point;
Something's missing as I'm laying down the road.
Becomin' old and scratching my fears.
I'll fight, fight and fight them, belive me, even if it takes a million years.
Sick love and perfect hate.
The best is yet to come.
Bottle of Johnny and some propositions,
Daily emotions and its own ambitions.
Like drops of uncertainty here they come.
The cast of this life I'm in.
Shall We ?!
8.8.10
Shall We ?
E essa, meus amigos, foi a palavra de Rafael Carrilho às 22:18
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Esse poema ficou incrível. Já te disse, né?
Na sua descrição, ali ao lado, faltou o adjetivo "leonino" rs.
Beijo.
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