Let me sick for
The right paper
Let me mixe the water,
the right colors
Let me gain
confidence enough
so that I can
understand myself
Uncooked floor
Mistakes so sour
Did you drink from
the bottle of wisdom?
Cause I didn't,
I didn't find it
I didn't search for it
I gain patience
I talk and talk
Walls down, inside me
walls
I took a step and
started thinking
about where I wanna go,
but more importantly
where I need to be
if you catch me
on my way
to Riverdale lake
please just let me say,
I don't have a map
my gps is broken
I am following my heart
and there's much more
to leave unspoken
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote Lisbon
PoetryLet me tell you that this is not my first book, but in anyway is less important. My words come from my soul, from another life maybe. Please read it and be free to feel them. All I do is write and think about writing. A soul needs to be feed...
