Depois de escrever "As coisas que falo com o espelho" (dos 14 aos 17 anos), um livro que foi durante os 3 anos do ensino médio meu porto seguro de poemas e desabafos, cheio de amores platônicos e corações partidos eu decidi continuar com a poesia ne...
When I'm with her there's no such a thing as good or bad, there's no heaven to fly nor hell to craw, as if all light was consumed by fire As if the universe was being born again As if all gods were dying As the churches were on fire As our hearts had stoped trying And our minds cracked under pressure Like Icarus before the fall And Juliet before de dagger Blinding adrenaline running through my veins No sins could ever punish me harder than the abstinence of her touch Forgive me father for I have sinned Devil's face has never looked so pretty But when she wears it like a weapon I bleed of joy
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