Even though good
I feel like i miss something
Something beyond
Your look is a mystery
How to try to sabotage a card game
But I never had a criterion
I always expected everything to fall from the sky
And even if it worked sometimes
The consequence is cruel punishment
If I had another day
If I had another night
Without hesitation I would tell you
That if I had more time
Our old future would change
Like when you wanted to be an astronaut
And you do not think about it today
Your mother was always in the rush
Encourage you with this
Maybe all the tales already made
Even if with some defects
Even though a little suspect
A little narrow
They have always shown us that it is not easy
Always have thorns in the way
And maybe the path is a yellow spiral
It's hard to see yellow thorns
The color of happiness
So this is just a disguise
No, it's not a trap
It's a disguise.
Why disguises are surprises
Clues are bad traps
When I see you
I do not promise anything
Not even love
But I'll watch you
I'll observe your beauty
Its simplicity
His yellow spiral eyes
Until history repeats itself
Because this is never ends
And if it's over
It's because you're on the wrong side
I'm on the right side
Too right for me in reverse
YOU ARE READING
Psychedelic Poetry
PoetryI always liked poetry, but I decided to open my notes (and my mind) here.
