I thought i knew the library until i looked up.
A sky painted with puttis and roses.
Before then, it felt like a labirinth made of books.
I thought i knew you until i looked up.
A face painted with light and love.
Before then, you felt like a labirinth just to scare me, just to get me lost.
Now i'm trying to watch out every little detail that i can.
I try to be sneaky, so that i don't look to crazy while i focus on the ceiling, your eyes.
STAI LEGGENDO
Casual thoughts about love
PoesíaSoltanto cose casuali che mi vengono in mente e che getto online. Mostly in english, just because i like to use it. Love is central in this collection, because i've tried to detach myself from proving it. Here, i'm looking for it in words. (I'm not...
