It was fun when there was alcohol in our bags
Each one holding a cup
Maybe we were drunk, I don't know
But at one point of time it was just land
We would jump over a fence
At our freedoms expense
A land in which signs were standing straight
Attached to what we could barely call a gate
N O T R E S S P A S S I N G
But when it was a piece of property,
It didn't matter to me
Because at that point of time,
We were both having fun, right?
But tonight....
I'm the piece of property.
I'm the land being trespassed.
You call me yours when I'm not
Fill my cup with all the alcohol you've got
Each one holding a cup
Maybe we were drunk, I don't know
But at one point of time it was just land
But now it's me, and the movement of your hand
It's presence over the curves of my body
I'm violated, no longer free
And over the loud music and my restraint
Maybe I was drugged, feeling faint
Well, what can I say?
Unfortunately there's no sign standing straight
Saying "keep out of the gate"
Trespassers will be fined I suppose
Don't let yourself in when I oppose
And while maybe trespassing land is a different story
The land you're trespassing is my body.
And here, I'm clearly saying
N O T R E S S P A S S I N G
Don't violate me,
I'm not your property.
YOU ARE READING
Through poetry, I fly
PoesíaPoetry is the door to a new world. A world that lives through the magic of words. Poetry is my way of making the impossible, possible and I'd love to share that with you through this book. Enjoy reading!
