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A heart as free as the wolves
Running with the wind and
Singing lullabies to get the moon to sleep.
I understood the beauty of the night.
But gravity happened, when I tripped over your
curious smile, and I fell
hard.
I let you cage my heart behind
your own ribs because it felt safe.
I poured myself into you
until I was empty and all you did was
burst my bubblegum heart.
Now there's baby pink blood everywhere
and it smells like candy and death in here.
Quiet never felt so violent.
My dreams are broken, they're worth 99 cents now.
My knees are scratched.
I no longer sleep 8 hours a day.
And even though I love you,
I hope one of these days you wake up lonely
And think about my gloveless frozen hands
in the middle of last january
and how the only reason for me to try to keep them warm
was so it wouldn't feel uncomfortable for you
to hold them,
and I hope you miss me.
And when your hands get shaky
in the middle of july,
take a good look at them and see how
fucking bloody they are.
How could an angel steal the flames
from my eyes,
and start a fire in my soul?
Gosto sempre tanto. Do que dizes. Que é de ti.
ResponderEliminarNão deixes que o céu me caia nas costas como um peso morto, nem que os meus olhos vejam preto quando o azul é incandescente. Não deixes que as estrelas cadentes passem sem que eu as veja nem que o céu que avisto de cá, deixe alguma noite de ser estrelado. Não deixes que não possa ver a natureza mesmo em cima de mim nem que para mim, as nuvens possam perder as formas que eu lhes atribuo. Não me deixes...