junho 22, 2011

♦ Again ♦




Again.
My heart, that he was alive,
was murdered.






Again.
It was shattered
and scattered by the wind
as it does not matter.


A poor heart
Played on one side to the other.
Naive.
Again murdered.



But he tries to get up.
Again. Again.


Who can say that he will survive?
Sorry, poor heart.
Sorry to have taken you to places so uncertain.
Sorry I thought that at least once by
things would be different ...


Again
Again



-Stephanie C. de Mello-


Um comentário:

• || Rai || • disse...

É foda...
Sensação de mil lanças atravessando um coração só.