Poezie
The change of the heart
[circles of lust]
1 min lectură·
Mediu
I started long ago a journey
And ended up with an attorney,
To plead my innocence to others,
Ans it was fair enough to witness
The Phoenix and the change of the heart
And a writer who played well his part
On our road to immortality,
By love we could reach eternity...
It started with a deal I made with God
About how happy I'd be after sad
Walks in blue loneliness that made me bad,
About the gardens that await ahead...
My heart was broken, full of anger
And now it loves again, so eager
To be in the arms of a pale poet
And I'll be born again, in no more fret....
But this nothing behind my hopes,
Swallows the idea of poetical loves....
And I remain alone with my fears,
As damned and as exiled as hoes...
I think I died when I was born.
And the fact that I will die one day,
Only makes me think my life will begin
Then...
Yet circles of lust repeat and repeat,
And the fact that I live is the proof
That one day I will die with a heartbeat,
And my heart yearns for love and stars aloft...
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