lipstick my finger and shallow
so dearly, knowing
my eyes have peep the shadow
of your smile
forget than I exist, the past
have learn the unwritten
capsule of the
modern language, who always
believe and learn my affection
now tell me who the fool is,
drinking the wine without sugar
pushing to the corner
with the wind;
have anybody double its time,
to chase the coming day
yes! I do, the beginning
of my imperfection, pleads of
cool and passion of surrender
that I need you
to comfort my emotion
let my finger cross to my lips
and empower my decision to
leave in the pedestal of
reason...
"poem dedicated to our Brother
Sister who have gone psychiatric
Medication '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem