segunda-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2008

Heart (ty.)

Somewhere, sometime, on the dark
Bum-bum.. What's that I hear? Your heart?..

Covered with nails, pins and scars
Broken up, deeply slashed, teared apart..

All the fantasies and dreams dried out
No colours, no feathers, no sound..

The warm, the senses that lived within
Have gone, somewhere away from it..

Enclosed in mass big brick walls
There's nothing.. Splash! a piece that falls..

Almost no beat, a weaker pace
Love is gone, it's now just waste..

Somewhere, sometime, on the dark
Bum.. Bum.. what's that I hear? Your heart..

2 comentários:

teppefall disse...

(I would..)

Rescue it from blades, nails and scars
Hold it on my hands, embrace it on my arms..

I'll be here when you need me.
Just call, don't be shy..
I'll listen, we'll cry..

GotchyaYinYang disse...

Esses desenhos são fantásticos... São tristes, mas emanam muito calor. E o poema é muito bonito.