he looks like a marble statue
covered with ivy, moss, lichen
the curve of his lips in sky blue
why would I need a religion?
his smile is enough
when he embraces the ink
from his faded eyes
I can't even think
the words softened him
like lambs would soften
an axe murderer
my evil dreamer
his eyelashes swallowed his lips
in an immense eternal glimpse
the world of books welcomed him
scary dangerous cherubim
he is no longer with us
he suddenly faded away
in the words and on the pages
strange and pretty nebulae
VOUS LISEZ
is this world real ?
Poesia. . . i like words i hope you like them too oh, and i also like eyes, decay and despair :) hope you don't mind it
