It's like the soul makes space for another one into itself,
Let's another host take control,
I guess that's what giving someone your mind, body and soul means.
The soul starts the screening,
Leaving parts not good enough on sidewalks,
Crouching into corners,
Tries to shrink memories that are worthwhile,
Just in case there will be less space for new ones with him.
I guess that's what my soul had been doing all this time, when he was easing my heart into heartbreak, when he was taking stances to run.
So, i understand now why there's more space left than soul.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
All For You.
Poesia*First Place Winner in Poetry - The Quill Awards* ❝All the tears, All the sleepless nights. All the 2 a.m. poetry, All the brilliant lights. All the second guessing, All the wrongs and rights. It is all for ...
