Inside I have four rooms,
an inevitability
that crumbs of days with kisses,
for a high sky like you,
would be under plasters
I placed for small splits—a pain,
where crocus left poison
above the lake
covered in ice to protect it,
that doesn't let anyone
know about you.
Inside I have four rooms,
an inevitability
that something will be the same,
when the sky went black,
doesn't let the lake to see.
CITEȘTI
Words in Blue
Poesía✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
