segunda-feira, 22 de maio de 2017

My name

You know my name
you know my name so well
you know the texture of my skin,
my freckles, where my hair comes from,
you know why I laugh,
and how I laugh
you know why I stay quiet.

You have heard my silence
so many times
You have seen me sin
with you

you know my name so well
but you do not call it.

Lixo

As pessoas acham poesia uma coisa tão babaca sem propósito lixo Eu faço poesia na minha cabeça enquanto observo as pessoas Enfio a mã...