You are the shadow behind his back
A whisper in hands of the clock
Tied and bound, tight
Between holes and metal locks
The dark dark inside the mountain light
Who pierce the lines of life
The little sorrow nights
Have blown my might
His wings flapped highly miserably
And fell under the frozen sea
He wished end this travesty
She weaved in the old tapestry
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Stitches and Wounds
PoesíaI want you to hear my silent sobs whenever you are with him. I want you to feel my suppressed pain every wretched nights. I want you to know much I drowned in pain with the thought of you loving him. I want you to know how many stitched that knitted...
