On the walls are words,
became to ancient for the present,
I have been written by a sword,
covered in blood,
I couldn't breath,
telling all the lies, truth, love
were created during a war.
Don't come back,
I though and built in mind
a whole theater to be free,
to carry with me a sword.
I wanted to have wings,
but them weren't there for me.
YOU ARE READING
Words in Blue
Poetry✦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...
