sexta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2011

Rest

I will smoke my last cigar
seating here with my loneliness
to finish what I’m thinking
and forget what they are
those persons that I am
in time, in my way
only an accident
me in this way

I just could die now
cause I kissed her face once
I just could say goodbye now
cause I brought music to this dance

You could now rest your soul
stop running against time
to try courage than hiding
from yourself
to feel the seasons in your heart
cause change it’s so close
beneath from one step of you
from the eyes of those

Put aside of you yourself
bring some light to the dark
refuse your last cigar
forget what they are
those persons that I am
in time, in my way
only an accident
me in this way

I just could lie now
cause I kissed her face once
I just could say why now
cause I brought music to this dance

You could now rest your soul
in a beautiful grave
ashes to ashes...
buried only in your head
You could now rest your soul
so close...
beneath from one step of you
from the eyes of those.

Urban Poetry Words

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