behind the shadows where they say that the monters are hidden
where they say that you have to be scared of,
cause they can go out in the night and catch you in your sleep.
watching your shadow moving, like if it had its own life
allways in you back the sence of your life,
because your soul is atached to it.
cause your alive breathing fine
just like you do it every day
after you cry and question why are you alive.
wanting that shadow to fail in the darkness,
have other meaning
or lead you to other places.
the black shadow witch is always with you,
the one that follows you were you go,
that haven't leaft your side.
maybe because it can't leave,
or maybe because it don't want to leave you alone,
the only one that envolves you in his warm arms in the cold nights.
the shadows that sometimes you was so afraid of,
just guessing if it was hidding something
in something so dark.
atraping your atention
and/or having a inoptizeing image
or maybe it just go in your soul.
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Beyond The Scenes; Poems
PoetryI tried, I waited, I'm done, Love faded. Your messages Filling my head And my phone I like you You don't You like me I don't And here goes again the same old story of love.
